"My name is Jenkins Williams, and the address is written on the paper. If the [Dead Whip] people come again later, you can contact me through this address, and I will help you."
Jenkins in front of the window said with a serious face, while the handsome face and slightly pointed ears were directly reflected in the eyes of the old elf. To the elves, the facial features of noble blood are very obvious. Although humans can't see it, in the eyes of the elves, Jenkins' face and the face of ordinary elves are as different as the sun and the moon.
The moment he saw Jenkins' face, the old elf subconsciously took a step back, his heart beating loudly. But in the end, he mustered up the courage to force himself to be calm, pretended nothing happened, and shook hands with Jenkins at the door to say goodbye.
In fact, the left hand behind his back was trembling all the time.
After Jenkins left, the old elf quickly returned to his room on the second floor, watched Jenkins disappear into the rain from the kitchen window, and didn't know how to express the thousands of emotions in his heart.
Maybe it was an illusion, he felt that the cat on the man's back was somewhat like the disaster that appeared in the legend.
"Oh, Fanhua~ May you bless me so that I can understand the role I play in my destiny."
He could only say this in the end, and sincerely hoped that Jenkins would come to him as little as possible.
Despite the delay at the old elf's house, it was not even eleven o'clock when he actually left the apartment. In the end, Jenkins boldly revealed his true face because he trusted the old elf so much.
The trust was pretty unwarranted, but Jenkins felt that way.
Before lunch, Jenkins went to the black market and checked Mr. Black Cat's reply first. He has actually investigated the manor owned by Mr. Corpse in Turin. The current owner is a well-known old local nobleman, who seems to be a Viscount. He and his family moved in earlier this year. Got there and lived a normal life until now.
Mr. Black Cat did not investigate anything related to supernatural power from them, but the transaction time of the house was indeed a week after Nolan's transaction.
"After all, Mr. Black Cat has just arrived in Turin, so it's good to be able to investigate this clearly."
Thinking about it like this, I asked the owner of the bar for a pen and paper and wrote a thank you letter, planning to send it to Mr. Black Cat in a while. At the same time, I was thinking of going to the post office to send him a sum of money, and then entrusting him to help investigate Stevie. Miss Er, that is, the apprentice that my father used to have.
In the letter, Jenkins also recounted what happened to Nolan recently. Although Mr. Black Cat left Nolan because he was afraid of the turmoil here, he actually cared about everything that happened here.
After writing the letter, he found the huntress through the middleman, the clown, and now Jenkins knew that her true identity was Miss Warfel, a follower of the righteous god [Lord of War God].
Jenkins hasn't seen her a second time since the end of the mirror world adventure, but the huntress seems to be doing well, at least she didn't face the nameless evil thing in the mirror world like Jenkins and Miss Capet .
The commission this time is to pass the news about the [Alien Craze] tattoos to more than 5 copies to the Orthodox Church, no matter which church in Nolan's locality is fine.
When Jenkins revealed the content of the commission, the huntress once thought he was crazy. But for the sake of gold pounds, she did not refuse the commission.
"It's very simple. I'll do it in the evening."
"I hope the sooner the better, this is a very urgent matter."
As he said that, he wanted to get up from the sofa and leave, but he remembered the matter of the mirror world, so he asked tentatively:
"Oh, I also want to find some information about the mirror world. I heard that Nolan has news related to it."
Since Miss Knight showed signs of bloodline awakening, Miss Warfell, the huntress who also left the team early in the Mirror Realm, should also have some extraordinary gains. Jenkins just wanted to test it briefly, and he didn't expect the huntress to sell such information.
"I'm only responsible for accepting missions. If you want to buy information, please go to the middleman clown."
Sure enough, this is the result, although disappointing but not unexpected.
Then I went to the post office and remitted the money to Mr. Black Cat as a thank you. It was time for lunch when we left the post office. Jenkins solved the lunch problem with chocolate at the nearby restaurant. When he left the restaurant, the drizzle that lasted all morning finally stopped.
It's just that the sky is still gloomy, and there is a great possibility that it will continue to rain in the afternoon.
Jenkins found a carriage at the corner of the street and took him back to St. George's Street, took the box of potions that Old Jack had given him when he left Shire, and asked the coachman to take him to the mansion of Earl Hessa.
After ringing the bell outside the fence gate, the servant quickly came to open the door. After learning that it was Jenkins who was visiting, Earl Hesha, who happened to be at home, received him in person.
"I just want to ask Hathaway out for afternoon tea."
Jenkins felt strange about the Earl's enthusiastic attitude, but since he was entertained by others, he would not make such an impolite move as leaving immediately.
Due to today's bad weather, Hathaway was also at home, and immediately came out of her room to meet him after hearing that Jenkins was visiting. Jenkins was nervous in his heart, but he explained his intentions very generously on the outside. Hathaway's face flashed with joy, but he still looked at his father reluctantly, and the latter nodded imperceptibly.
"Okay, I have time in the afternoon, can you wait for me? I'm going to change a set of clothes."
"Of course, that's perfectly fine."
The process of getting ready before women go out has always been a long time, even if they don't realize it. In order to prevent boredom, the earl invited Jenkins to sit in his study, of course Jenkins knew he had something to talk about.
The last time the two talked in the study was last year. At that time, Jenkins threatened the Earl with a stack of sensitive letters seized from the illegal organization [Witch's House]. After that, the two had no formal conversation.
Jenkins had expected today's conversation to be awkward, but it all came naturally. When Jenkins picked up his teacup and squinted his eyes to recall what happened in this study last time, the Earl was already sitting on the imposing leather chair behind the desk.
"Long time no see, Baron William."
"Long time no see, Earl Hesha, good afternoon."
The opening is a customary polite remark, which is a social etiquette that everyone abides by.