"No one knows why. We try to connect each layer of the black tower with the identity of the savior. The arena seems to have nothing to do with all the identities, but if it is far-fetched, maybe it has something to do with [hero]."

　　 The secret guard explained, but it also showed that this was an unreasonable guess.

　　 Jenkins doesn’t know whether this guess is correct. There is no door on the fifth floor, so he can’t enter to verify whether there is an arena inside. He wanted to express his own opinions, but found that he couldn't say anything.

　　 But fortunately, the church is not completely waiting to die. The twelve churches have joined together to find out more information in the ancient literature about the information on the rituals of rebels provided by the believers of lies.

　　 The appearance of the fifth layer verified some of the contents in the data. The secret guard asked Jenkins to wait patiently. After daybreak, the latest information about the perpetrators can be sorted out, and there will be a leap forward in the observation of this black tower.

　　 The time interval between the appearance of the fifth and fourth floors of the tower is so short that no one has thought of it. But for Jenkins, the final battle is indeed not far away.

　　 He returned home that night and thought for a long time in the study, and even ignored the request for the chocolate supper.

　　 Standing in front of the window, looking at the street lamp and gray fog outside, he thought of many things. So much so that I almost forgot about the high stool that was brought out from the treacherous realm.

Take the high stool out of the spirit and put it on the side of your bed, shrink your body next to the pillow, the chocolate with four small paws together, opened one eye and glanced at it. Meow~ it didn't move after a bit. , Does not seem to be interested in it.

　　 Every time Jenkins experiences a slyland, he will bring out a gift, and the high stool is the harvest of this possible slyland. As for the role of the high stool...

　　 He hesitated, and sat on his toes. Then, the high stool took him slowly into the air, and stopped before his head touched the ceiling.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate both opened his eyes. Standing by the pillow, watching the young writer sitting on the stool flying up, the amber eyes reflected the emotions of the cat.

　　 "It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

　　 He lowered his head and asked his cat. Chocolate flung off his tail and lay down again, ignoring Jenkins.

　　 The purpose of this high stool is to fly the person sitting on it. It can guarantee that the sitting person will never fall, but if the sitting person is still holding other creatures, such as a cat or a woman, then it does not guarantee the safety of the creature being held.

　　 The high stool has an excellent flying speed, slightly lower than the unicorn; the altitude limit of the flight is also very suitable, slightly shorter than the unicorn; it is a very good flying mount, slightly inferior to the unicorn.

　　If you don’t consider its shape, this is indeed very good, relatively speaking.

　　 "But I still prefer unicorns."

　　 Jenkins clutched his forehead and said while sitting in the air.

　　 "What unicorn?"

　　 Britney, who opened the door in her pajamas, asked. There was no light in the room. The hazy moonlight made her face extraordinarily holy. After the holy girl entered the door, she closed the door naturally and watched Jenkins descend from the height of her head to the ceiling.

　　 "I heard you come back just now... I thought you were going back to accompany Miss Windsor, well, Jessica... What is this doing?"

　　 "It's a very simple experiment, experimenting with new items. It seems that this thing is not of much value to me."

　　 He retracted the high stool, did not excuse the purpose of going out tonight, nor did he invite Britney to bed. Instead, he opened the window and whistled, allowing the unicorn to break through the wall of space and appear outside the window.

　　 The pure white little beast looked at its owner outside the window, while Jenkins turned to look at Britney:

"Remember, when we were in the Evergreen Forest during the day, we talked about unicorns, and I promised you to let you have a look tonight... I borrowed it from a friend again, and I want to go out and fly around. Do...Look at the moon."

　　 The blond girl lifted her hair around her ears, walked quickly to the window with suppressed breathing, stretched out her hand, and touched the back of the little beast. The latter didn't look very happy. His eyes were looking at the cat in the window.

　　 "Fly...a circle?"

　　 she asked confidently.

　　 "Of course, although it's still summer, it's cold outside. One lap is enough, none of us want to catch a cold. But I think that when I come back, the bedroom will be...very warm."

　　 Brian covered her mouth, blushing and smiled reservedly.

Chapter 1928 Chapter 1899 The Untransferable Soul of Darkness

　　 Jenkins, who hadn't slept almost all night, did not even have breakfast at home after dawn, so he went to visit the house of the Windsor family in the city.

　　Because it is very early, even the Duke of Windsor has not left the house yet. Before seeing Jessica again, Jenkins first met the Duke of Windsor.

　　 This can be regarded as the most powerful duke in the country. He invited Jenkins to have breakfast with his family, but before that, the two discussed some things in the study.

　　 Jenkins stood by the window with his arms folded, looking at the morning scenery in the courtyard outside the window. Even though it is summer, at such an early point in time, the sky is still not completely bright. Because the gas lamp in the study was too bright, half of his face was reflected on the glass.

The Duke of Windsor was sitting in front of the magnificent brown desk. He also didn't look at Jenkins. He placed his right hand on the desk and tapped his index finger regularly, while his eyes were on the wall facing the desk. Oil paintings of portraits of people in the city, which are the ancestors of the Windsor family.

　　The decoration style of the study here is completely different from that of Jenkins's. The floor is covered with red carpet, the wall is yellow and dark, and all the furniture is uniform dark brown. There is no sense of home here, and the sense of public places used for social interaction is stronger.

　　 "What happened to the weekend?"

　　 The Grand Duke of Windsor has never participated in Jenkins' fight for the throne in any way. He has never expressed any opinion about his daughter helping Jenkins, as if he did not know such a thing at all. But Jenkins would never think that he really knew nothing because of this, so when the Duke of Windsor broke his silence and asked about things that should be kept secret, Jenkins was not surprised.

　　 He squinted at his reflection on the glass:

　　 "Prepared well, Jessica is a very good girl."

　　 "Jessica..."

　　 The Duke of Windsor is a strong man in his fifties who has shown his aging. Compared to Bishop Parrod who was a little older than him, the Duke of Windsor looked quite young, but his mental state was not at all comparable to Bishop Parrod who was also busy.

　　 "My daughter, of course she is excellent."

　　 He stopped tapping with the index finger of his right hand, but put both arms on the table, clasped his hands together, and looked up at the oil painting directly opposite, as if he was cherishing something.

　　 "So, how are your preparations?"

　　 he asked.

　　 "No problem, everything is ready."

　　 Jenkins stared into his own eyes on the glass.

　　 "Are there any problems with the army?"

　　 "If there is a problem, Sarhi II will help me."

　　 He didn't hide it, and this sentence also revealed considerable information. Grand Duke Windsor nodded:

　　 "It turns out that this way, it is indeed foolproof. But the queen is not so easy to admit defeat."

　　 "I can't wait any longer. If things don't go well on the weekend...I will make it go smoothly. I definitely can't get caught up in such trivial things."

　　 Chocolate saw that Jenkins's face was ugly, as if he was making some determination. It gave a gentle cry and rubbed Jenkins's face with its furry profile.

　　 The Grand Duke of Windsor didn't care about the interaction between Jenkins and his cat. He slowly stretched out his hand to open the uppermost drawer on the right hand side, and then with a snap, he threw a file bag on the table:

　　 "This may be useful to you."

　　 Jenkins turned to look at the file bag, but did not go to take it immediately. Instead, he walked to the sofa set in front of the desk and sat down facing the Grand Duke of Windsor:

　　 "Don't worry, there is no possibility of failure in this matter."

　　 "Young people are very confident, this is a good thing."

　　 The Grand Duke of Windsor shifted his eyes from the oil painting to Jenkins's face:

　　 "Then what's the matter with you and Jessica?"

　　 Jenkins knew that this was the main topic of today's conversation.

　　 "Just as you know."

　　 He said this, the Grand Duke Windsor did not speak, but looked at him, confirming that he would not speak again, and then raised his hand slowly but heavily and patted the table:

　　 "I gave her all the education, but I forgot to teach her. Those handsome men are the stumbling blocks on the way for women."

　　 "I have no intention of annexing the Windsor family."

　　 "There are some things, now and in the future, you and her are different."

　　 Grand Duke Windsor said, keeping his slap in contact with the tabletop, he slightly reduced his head and then slammed forward, his eyes bursting toward Jenkins:

　　 "Williamette, if you want to sit in that position, go and sit. You are the heir of the Middleton family. I won't oppose you, but don't make ideas you shouldn't play.

　　 Jenkins stood up, patted his clothes to sort the folds, and put the cat standing on the sofa on his shoulder.

　　 The position of the sofa is lower than the chair behind the main table, so he has to look up to see Grand Duke Windsor after sitting down. But now he stood up, so the Grand Duke of Windsor raised his head:

　　 "The Windsor family, I still look down on it."

"That's good."

　　 Grand Duke Windsor’s tone changed in vain, and the expression on his face seemed to change suddenly, returning to gentleness:

　　 "So when are you going to marry Jessica?"

　　 "Next summer."

　　 This is what his mother Mary Williams forced him to agree to last night.

　　 "Summer? It's good, there is enough time to prepare, it's not a long delay."

　　 Grand Duke Windsor nodded, he also stood up and walked to the door of the study:

　　 "It's time, let's have breakfast."

　　 But when he put his hand on the doorknob, he didn't immediately twist it. Instead, he turned his back to Jenkins and looked at the door in front of him, and asked again in a low voice:

　　 "You are not using Jessica, are you?"

　　 "The gods will bless our marriage."

　　 Jessica was also very surprised that Jenkins showed up at her home so early and came to the restaurant under the service of a servant after getting up. What is even more surprising is that Jenkins is talking and laughing with her father. The two seem to be extremely harmonious, and during the conversation, the Grand Duke of Windsor also revealed that he knew of Jessica's self-made marriage contract.

　　 After breakfast, Jenkins asked Jessica to talk about things. She thought it was the topic of forcing Queen Isabella to abdicate at the weekend, so instead of doing it at home, she took Jenkins to her comfortable club nearby.

　　 "I need something now."

　　 After the maid who brought tea closed the door tightly, Jenkins said straightforwardly.

　　 "One thing that is very important to you, I hope you can give it to me now."

　　 Jessica sat on the soft sofa and glanced back at the big chuang behind him nervously—she didn’t know why she led Jenkins into such a room, and then patted her head:

　　 "Jenkins did not expect to do this, I must have misunderstood."

"what?"

　　 Jenkins asked suspiciously.

　　 "Nothing, so what do you need?"

　　 "The Soul of Darkness."

　　The king's soul can be transferred through allegiance, which has been verified by Sigrid. Yesterday's journey in the treacherous realm allowed Jessica's dark soul to finally fully grow, so Jenkins did not wait any longer and wanted to get it today.

　　 Jessica certainly wouldn't object, but when the two performed the so-called allegiance ceremony, nothing happened as they did with Dolores.

　　 Jenkins threw himself back on the chair, leaning against the soft back of the chair, thinking about what unexpected reason was this time. Jessica was sitting across from him, but instead of the back chair Jenkins was sitting on, it was a white solid wood hollow carved chair.

　　 "Oh, Jenkins, please wait a minute, someone wants to talk to you."

　　 She bent down to serve a tea cup, but suddenly she straightened up and said. Then his head leaned back, as if he was in a coma, but before his back was completely leaned on the chair, his head leaned forward and returned to normal.

　　 Windsor looked at Jenkins, her eyes full of scrutiny.

"who are you?"

　　 Jenkins asked, touching the cat lying obediently on his lap.

　　 "According to her and your understanding, I am the first Jessica Windsor you have ever seen. Of course, for the sake of distinguishing later, we have discussed it and you can call her Jessica."

　　 She points to her heart, which means Jessica's deity.

　　 "Call me Miss J."

　　 She points to her head, which means the soul who is talking to Jenkins.

　　 "The last one, please call her Miss Windsor."

　　 "I see, if this is your wish... Then why didn't Miss Windsor come to explain to me about the Dark Soul? I think she, who was once a demigod, is the most suitable."

　　 Although the current Miss J has also become a queen, she is just an ordinary person.

　　 "You don't like seeing me?"

　　 "Of course not, why do you think that way?"

　　 Jenkins answered easily.

"Well, we have agreed to take turns, so that no one will feel resentful for being unable to contact the world for a long time...Speaking of which, the so-called real world looks like my world It makes no difference."

"Speaking of, I haven't pursued you for following Jessica without authorization. Okay, well, I won't pursue it, don't look at me like that. I'm just kidding. As for the authenticity of the world, this is actually relative. To be fair, you think that truth is truth. This world is very interesting. Sometimes, thoughts can really affect matter... Don’t talk about this matter for now. You want to explain the king’s soul to me? Miss Windsor said What's up?"

　　 He turned the topic to the right direction. Although he knew Miss J in front of him for less than an hour, the way the two talked was like an old friend. She was influenced by Jessica's soul, and Jenkins was just because the other person and Jessica were so alike.