Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Old people are always selfish, this is normal."

　　 The young woman continued, her voice very soft, but to Jenkins it sounded like a viper hissing.

"You have done a good job. Your idea is right. You have planned your heir well tomorrow and put her around to train, but now you have jumped out of the grass as an outsider. Even if it is me, I won’t be happy. of."

　　 "The outsider who jumped out of the grass" should refer to the Williams family, or Mr. writer in particular.

"Your Majesty, you are a very good person. Even now, you are still considering the legitimacy of the Middleton family. Yes, how can the royal inheritance be broken? Therefore, with our help, you have to let Miss Windsor became the real Middleton... the pure Middleton in blood."

　　 This is what Jenkins guessed. He pursed his mouth and looked at the cat with his head out of his pocket. Vanilla read out some complex emotions from Jenkins' eyes.

Chapter 1747 Chapter 1720: Coercive Questions in the Restaurant

　　Queen Isabella doesn't like the Williams family. She has always liked Miss Windsor very much, and she is also very fond of the royal blood. Jenkins knew these three points, but before today, he had never thought that this crazy old man would actually want to exchange blood for Miss Windsor and then push her to the throne.

　　 Jenkins really never thought that anyone could think of such a terrible idea.

"A long time ago, no, specifically last fall, I thought about letting Jenkins and Jessica get married, and Jessica would become the queen. The children they gave birth were naturally pure Middleton. This is the result. ....."

　　 The old man's voice became a little hoarse.

"Such a result can no longer be achieved, can it? Your spies have confirmed again and again that Williams chose Stuart's girl. You don't want to wrong Miss Windsor to live with such a man? She is so. How dazzling, so charming, how can you be fooled away by a boy from a commoner's house?"

　　Hearing these words, Queen Isabella rarely showed the tiredness of the old man at this moment. She raised her head to look at the young woman sitting opposite:

　　 "I don't want to kill people, especially those kids are good kids."

　　 "But they are dead, and you also got the potion... Now you only need to kill one more person, Your Majesty, you can fulfill your wish."

　　 The voice was extraordinarily soft, as if the psychologist was inducing the patient to relax, and then said what was in his heart.

　　 "If Jessica knew... she..."

　　 The old man hesitated to speak but stopped.

"You are willing to act as a bad person, even if she knows it, what can you do? Once the plan is successful, she will become the real Middleton, who else is more qualified to sit on the throne than her? Williams? No, he is a member of the Church of the Sages. Are you willing to see that this country is controlled by the Church? Maybe from now on, even the king's coronation can only be carried out with the Pope's permission."

　　 The old man was silent again. The silent Mr. Hood listened to the conversation between the two with a regretful expression, and Miss Magic was very interested in this with bright eyes.

　　 "So..."

　　 The woman’s voice was very soft, as if she didn’t want to disturb Queen Isabella’s thoughts:

"Do you agree to help us to take Cape away and use it for ceremonies? Without your cooperation, it would be difficult for us to capture the nuns of the Orthodox Church in the city, especially if she is still a gift. Yes, we need you Your help, your permission, this is the last step..."

　　 This sentence also awakened Jenkins. He raised his head and looked at the two women of different ages who were talking. He knew that within half an hour, at least one of the two would die in his hands, at least one.

"Although she is also a descendant of Middleton, she is not a resident of the Kingdom of Fidcicle at all. She betrayed her surname... You only need to tell us the patrol route of the church and the police. Simple...and what we want is nothing more than the wiring diagram of the deep underground pipeline of Nolan..."

　　 The woman's voice is so low that it is almost inaudible, but such a voice can better persuade in such an atmosphere. Jenkins didn't know if the Tree House knew that Sigrid had the Soul of the Tree and the Seed of the World Tree, so he couldn't guess whether it was a conspiracy to kill two birds with one stone.

　　 The old man was silent for a long time, as if a long time had passed and as if only a few minutes, the carriage came to a slow stop. The slight vibration made everyone's hearts tremble, and the young woman said with a smile:

　　 "You still have time to think about it, but it must be as soon as possible."

　　 said, turned around and got out of the carriage. The moment the car door opened, Jenkins saw that the Queen's house was already outside.

　　 He nodded to his companions, and then followed the woman out of the carriage quietly. Miss Magic and Mr. Hood looked at each other, and got out of the carriage while holding the spell tightly, but Mr. Candle was no longer nearby.

"What should we do now?"

　　 Mr. Hood said in sign language.

　　 "Follow your Majesty, Mr. Candle will be back."

　　 Miss Magic responded, and then watched the servants get into the carriage and carefully helped the old man down:

　　 "Participating in such a thing personally is much more interesting than lying in bed and reading palace novels."

　　 There was some excitement on Miss Magic's face, and the two followed the servants and walked inward. Mr. Hood disagrees. His family also has complicated relationships, which eventually led to a sad ending. Therefore, the conspiracy and betrayal that occurred among the family’s relatives will always remind him of his past. This It's not something to be excited about.

　　 But considering that Miss Magic is an outsider, she reads the matter like reading a real court novel, and Mr. Hood empathizes and substitutes himself in it, so both of them feel reasonable.

　　Miss Magic and Mr. Hood are both here for the first time. Although they are curious about the Queen’s residence, they have been with Queen Isabella to prevent getting lost or getting into unnecessary trouble. This requires the consumption of more spells to keep the voice and figure from being discovered, but fortunately Miss Magic has made sufficient preparations for this.

　　 At the same time, the two also discovered that the Queen's side is not as they thought, and there are many gifts from the church for protection. In fact, after getting off the carriage, they didn't even find anyone who was suspected of being a gifter.

　　 This gives them the feeling that even if there is no Mr. Candle to lead the way, as long as they want to, they may not be able to lurch around Queen Isabella to monitor or eavesdrop.

　　 At first, it was just a feeling. After half an hour, when the old man began to eat, they finally determined that the church really did not send any gifts to protect the king.

　　 Although it has been a long time since Mr. Candle disappeared, Miss Magic and Mr. Hood did not get tired of it. On the contrary, just quietly following the power center of this country gives them enough satisfaction. Not to mention the excitement of Miss Magic and Mr. Hood's interest in the decorations of the king's residence.

　　 Taking advantage of the Queen’s meal, the two stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the magnificent restaurant and looked into the garden, communicating their feelings in sign language, and guessing whether Mr. Candle would bring back the body of the woman just now.

　　嘭~ The door of the room was pushed open vigorously, and the two who were surprised turned around and thought it was Mr. Candle who broke in. Miss Magic had already thought of all the complaints for a while in her heart.

　　 But an anxious maid came in. She lowered her head and walked quickly to the queen at the front of the long dining table, leaning over and whispering:

　　 "Viscount William and Miss Windsor are outside, wanting to see you... The Viscount seems very angry."

　　The old man slowly put the spoon full of yellow beans and gently placed it next to the silver dinner plate. She finished ordering the tableware with the kind of slow motion that made people want to beat her, and then carefully wiped her mouth with a napkin:

　　 "Is it only them?"

　　 Then finally asked.

　　 "There is also a cat, the black and white kitten that the Viscount often brings with him."

　　 "You observe Jenkins carefully."

　　 She said blankly, the young maid's face turned red, and she wanted to speak out but was blocked by the queen:

　　 "Then let them in, come here directly to see me."

"Yes it is."

　　 The maid whispered, then turned carefully and walked out the door. Miss Magic and Mr. Hood were standing by the window watching this scene with interest. Soon after, Jenkins Williams and Jessica Windsor came from outside the door.

　　 Mr. Hood has only seen the general appearance of William from Miss Braun’s dice games and newspapers, but has never seen Miss Windsor. At this moment, seeing the two walking in one after the other, she couldn't help but sighed to Miss Magic:

　　 "These two are really good-matched young people."

　　 Miss Magic's mouth flicked, and carefully warned with sign language:

　　 "Don't judge other people's relationships casually, it's very impolite...especially, don't say this in front of Miss Bailing, you will get into trouble."

　　 "Oh, yes, the last dice game..."

　　 Mr. Hood shook his head apologetically, and then saw the three people in the restaurant start a conversation.

　　 "Don't you ask us to sit down?"

　　Jenkins, who was restored to his true identity, asked, but before Queen Isabella could respond, he opened the two chairs beside the long dining table. The tablecloth brushed over the chairs, but failed to prevent Jenkins from pulling them out. Miss Windsor looked very bad. It was not gloomy or angry, but a kind of extreme sadness and sadness.

　　 Without even looking at the old man at the table, she sat down with Jenkins.

　　 "Jenkins, Jessica, what do you want to do when you come to me? If you want to have dinner with me, please wait a moment. I ask the servant to prepare it for you."

　　 The queen's voice was as usual, as if it was just a normal display.

　　 "No need for now, thank you for your kindness, we are here for something."

"whats the matter?"

　　 She finally looked at Jenkins's face, and roughly read their purpose from their expressions.

　　 "Recently, the successors have died one after another. Miss Windsor and I are also very worried. Today I entrusted my friend to inquire about this matter privately, and I made a surprising discovery. I don't want to go around in circles, so are you related to this matter?"

　　 "I don't understand why you ask? Isn't your so-called friend more trustworthy than me?"

　　 She answered very calmly, putting both hands on the dining table. This posture is extremely weird, and there is an indescribable sense of violation.

　　 "Yes, I want to trust him, he is an honest, reliable, kind, brave and upright gentleman."

　　 Jenkins stared into the old man's eyes and said, but he didn't see any shake or panic in his eyes. So he opened the paper bag he was carrying, and displayed the evidence collected with Miss Magic today on the table one by one.

　　 PS: Does this count as a forced palace?

Chapter 1748 Chapter 1721 Chapter Black Family

In the restaurant, only the rustle of Jenkins flipping through the pages was making a sound. I had heard about it from Jenkins, but when she really saw these iron evidences, Miss Windsor still clutched her forehead as if she wanted to faint. .

　　 She respects Queen Isabella and regards her as an important elder. When she knew that she had done such a wrong thing, and don't do it for herself, the sadness and sadness in Miss Windsor's heart really made her a little dizzy for a while.

　　 Jenkins hurriedly reached out to support her, and then saw Miss Windsor cover her heart with her hand. But before Jenkins could speak, she gritted her teeth and sat upright and waved:

　　 "It's okay, I'm just a little too tired... Keep talking."

　　 There was no abnormality in Miss Windsor’s Spirit of Life at close range. Jenkins nodded and took her hand, preparing to treat her immediately when she had a problem next time.

　　 "Do you want to question these things?"

　　 He pointed at the documents in front of him with his free finger, looked at the old man and said.

　　 "Oh, you found it."

　　'S tone is like she secretly hid a can of canned fish, and then was found by her own cat:

"The group of people clearly said that they are very reliable. Even if I arrange for someone to do it, they can erase the traces for me, but you found it within a few days. Sure enough, these'jugglers' are unreliable. of."

　　 Her body moved a few times on the chair, and then asked Jenkins:

　　 "Since you found out...then why are you here today?"

　　 "To condemn you."

　　 "Now that you have condemned, what else are you doing?"

　　 This sentence made Jenkins stunned. Although he can, he can't reach out to be a murderer. He knows that this country needs stability. Suddenly, he was held back by this sentence. He thought the other party would be sophistry. The words prepared before this were all prepared around explaining those texts and papers.

　　 wanted to organize the language, so taking advantage of this short time, Queen Isabella asked Miss Windsor again:

　　 "Then Jessica, you didn't happen to meet Jenkins outside, so you followed him to see me?"

　　Miss Windsor's mouth moved, but she quickly lowered her head, obviously not knowing how to answer. This made the Miss Magic who watched this scene shook her head constantly, feeling sad for the girl who was unfortunately involved in this incident and unconsciously became the center of the incident.

　　 "Don't you have such a trace of regret or guilt?"

　　 Jenkins suddenly asked at this time, so Queen Isabella stopped questioning Miss Windsor.

"Oh?"

　　 The old man just said so.

　　 "You are the king of this country, even if I have the evidence, think about it, it seems that no law can sanction you..."

　　 This is the unreasonable part of this era. Although there is a parliament, this is not a constitutional monarchy. The majesty of the king is supreme.

"Even if I stabbed this matter out, it is conceivable that everyone will stop me, even those who support me the most, will persuade me to give up exposing your behavior. After all, this country now needs a reliable leader. As long as you have not betrayed the interests of this country and hired murderers, you can be temporarily forgiven."

"It's good if you know this. I was worried that you are the kind of young man who was dazzled by justice. Jenkins, if you want to be a king, you must understand that this world is not good or evil, you need to understand and Not everything has to have results, you need to understand that not all crimes can be sanctioned... This is good, you are better than I thought."

　　 "Now that you say this, won't you blush?"

　　 Jenkins questioned again, deeply feeling that the old man sitting at the table has an irreconcilable conflict and contradiction with his own values.

　　 "Blush? I forgot how it felt like many years ago."

　　 "Then you will not feel guilty?"

　　 "You asked this question. Of course I feel guilty. I am also an ordinary person, but..."

　　 The old man's eyes looked at Miss Windsor, and there was some relief in his gentle eyes:

　　 "But all for the greater good."

　　Miss Windsor’s mouth tightened, and Jenkins was a little worried that she would bite his lips.

　　 Jenkins hesitated, and knocked his fingers off the table unconsciously. He looked at Queen Isabella again. She didn't speak, but looked at Jenkins like this, waiting for him to decide what to say next:

　　 "I cannot sanction you, but the evidence is sufficient to show that you have seriously violated the Tower Agreement."

　　 "So what? Takwen, Salhi II, don't you also violate it? But just two hours ago, they were still sitting in the conference room talking and laughing with me."

　　 She paused, and then said her conclusion:

　　 "No matter what I do, no one will make me pay at this point of time, because I must exist as the king of this country. This is not a requirement of anyone, but I must be."

　　 She looked at Jenkins, and then at Miss Windsor: