Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1034

"Miss Mikhail's carriage seems a little small. I imagine it's quite crowded with three people. Mr. Williams, why don't you join me instead?"

The invitation came from a noble young woman whose name Jenkins couldn't recall. Judging from the family crest on her carriage, however, her lineage had included at least one duke.

Jenkins didn't need to glance back at Briny's expression to know she was surely fuming, so he simply smiled and shook his head, declining the offer. The unfamiliar young lady wasn't offended; on the contrary, she blushed, smiled back, and then turned to her companions, chattering away about something or other.

The day's itinerary was simple. By about nine o'clock, everyone had gathered, and the grand procession of carriages set off toward the Helen Great Meadows.

The meadows were located east of Nolan City, one of the few areas near the city suitable for raising livestock. It also supplied raw materials to the surrounding textile mills. The carriage ride took over an hour. When they arrived, Jenkins and his cat alighted and looked up at the clear sky dotted with patches of white clouds. They felt the air move against their faces in a gentle breeze. There was no choking fog here, no gloomy sky—for once, Jenkins felt a rare appreciation for the beauty of the natural world.

He took a deep breath, feeling the Spirit within him stir with the fresh air. As he gazed at the distant mountains, the boundless meadows, and the young women nearby, a smile spread across his face quite naturally.

"I rarely see you smile so brightly."

Hathaway remarked, gathering her skirts as she stepped down from the carriage. Jenkins immediately turned to offer his hand.

Briny followed, stepping down from the carriage with a lovely, cream-colored, wide-brimmed hat on her head. All the young women were dressed beautifully today. Whether it was the floral-print dresses, the gorgeous and intricate white lace, or the ornaments in their hair, everything appealed perfectly to Jenkins's tastes.

"Of course not. You always have such a stoic, expressionless look about you."

Hathaway whispered, then turned just as Jenkins had done to take Briny's hand and guide her down from the carriage. Once on the ground, Briny gathered her skirts and offered a small curtsy, causing Hathaway to cover her mouth and giggle.

It was billed as a spring outing, but in truth, no one was keen on walking all day. The meadows were astonishingly vast. The group simply chatted and laughed as they climbed a small, sun-drenched hill, where they stopped to prepare for lunch.

The scenery, at least, was magnificent. In the distance, the mountains stood like a great curtain at the edge of the world. Closer, the wild grasses of early spring danced in unison with the wind.

Getting away from an industrial city like Nolan to see the natural landscape, Jenkins felt he was experiencing a completely different side of this world.

The servants laid out the picnic blankets, and he sat down with Hathaway and Briny. As for the cat, it was, of course, on Jenkins's shoulder.

It rarely left Jenkins's side and seldom had opportunities for outings , yet it still maintained its usual, motionless demeanor.

Hathaway also seemed to be enjoying the moment. She would look from Jenkins to Briny and back again, an expression of inexplicable contentment on her face.

As for Briny, she announced with a blush that she had prepared part of the lunch herself. This, however, drew no reaction from her human companions, though the cat shot her a look of utter disdain.

Jenkins looked up at the distant meadows and mountains. The peaks were wreathed in clouds and mist, and a small patch of white seemed to be snow on the summit.

Outside of his divine state, he had never felt so spiritually refreshed. His [Life Source] was stirring within him; Jenkins felt as though he could effortlessly revitalize an entire forest at that very moment.

The others on the outing were also sitting around in twos and threes, chatting. Briny had refused invitations from others and had also refused invitations on Jenkins's behalf, insisting that their picnic blanket be reserved for just the three of them.

The sunlight was beautiful, and Jenkins noticed the young women's long, slender legs. Noticing his gaze, Hathaway immediately tugged at her dress:

"That's hardly polite, young gentleman."

Briny also noticed his gaze and immediately tugged at her skirt as well.

"Hm? Sorry, what did you say?"

He was actually just wondering, given the era's production capabilities, whether silk stockings would be cheap. Briny and Hathaway both had very beautiful legs; Jenkins was well aware of that.

The writer's reply was naturally unsatisfactory to the young ladies, but with so many people around, they weren't willing to pursue the topic.

After chatting about the fine weather for a while, the topic somehow turned to music. Hathaway hummed a light, cheerful tune for the other two to liven things up. Although Jenkins didn't find it particularly beautiful, he followed Briny's lead and praised it softly.

It was lunchtime, but aside from Chocolate, who was pawing at the portion Jenkins had prepared for it, everyone else was just chatting. Perhaps Hathaway's song had moved Briny, because she too began to hum a soft tune.

It was a very traditional lullaby. The melody was simple, but it was a classic piece. In the original Jenkins's memories, Mary used to soothe the three brothers with the same song. As usual, Jenkins couldn't tell good from bad, but he still smiled and praised the girls for their beautiful voices.

"Jenkins, I know you're musical, too."

The red-haired girl winked at Jenkins, alluding to the incident at the opera preview last month. Jenkins had used [Knowledge Bestowal] to share a classic piece from his memory with her, which had convinced her that he was far from the musical ignoramus he claimed to be.

"Since we've both had a turn, how about you give us a song?"

Hathaway urged, while Briny smiled at him expectantly. The sunlight was perfect, its brilliant rays illuminating the young women's faces and making them appear all the more beautiful.

Jenkins had intended to refuse, but the relaxing atmosphere made him, for once, make a different decision. He thought for a moment. The original Jenkins's memories of songs were limited to childhood lullabies and the bawdy tunes he'd picked up on the streets.

So if he were to find a suitable piece of music, he would have to rely on his own memories.

The girls' enthusiasm was hard to refuse. Jenkins hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He coughed lightly to clear his throat, sat up straight, and let a familiar melody echo in his mind. Googlᴇ search Nove1Fire.net

He began by humming the cheerful prelude. The tune was light and pleasant, and it somehow perfectly matched the boundless meadows behind him, the distant blue sky, and the high mountains wreathed in mist.

Hathaway sensed something special in the tune and subconsciously leaned a little closer to Jenkins.