Now Hathaway and Jenkins are located in a rather high-end dessert shop. To be more precise, this is more like a membership club. Although there are no formal boxes, the booths in the store are quite soft, and with the sweet smell in the air, anyone is happy to spend an afternoon here.
The decoration here is very good. In addition to the wallpaper that matches the atmosphere of the store, the gas lamps and steam pipes on the outside of the wall are wrapped in colored paper to prevent the color of the metal from disturbing the interest of the guests.
Jenkins was actually very worried that doing so would cause fire safety issues. You must know that the paper is flammable.
"What did father talk to you just now?"
Hathaway closed the red menu in her hand and handed it back to the waiter, who bowed slightly to the two before leaving.
"I talked about some kingdom news, nothing new."
Jenkins said lightly, but Hathaway didn't believe it.
"Speaking of which, I have a secret to tell you."
He said solemnly, then got up slightly and moved forward, bringing his mouth to the ear of Hathaway who was sitting opposite. This overwhelmed the cat, which was dozing like a cherub on the table, and Jenkins could feel its constant twisting and twisting movements in the position of his stomach.
"Actually, our family probably has elf blood."
He said in a very low voice, and then sat back down again, holding the cat in his arms and patting it before it got mad.
"is that so?"
Hathaway's surprise was not as strong as Jenkins thought. The red-haired lady glanced at Jenkins' ear covertly, confirming the guesses in her heart.
"That's it. In fact, I have suspected it for a long time. I encountered some things a few days ago and finally confirmed it. You see, my healing ability is so outstanding, I should have thought of this a long time ago!"
"Can this matter be completely confirmed?"
"Not yet, but I think there should be nothing wrong with it."
Jenkins nodded, answering in the affirmative.
"Maybe you should find a scholar who is proficient in xenogeneic history to find out whether there are more famous elven blood descendants who are still passing on after the elves left the material world. Just check the relationship between those families and William, your guess can be fully confirmed.”
the girl suggested, and saw Jenkins nodding excitedly. This is indeed a good idea. Even if the old elf doesn't speak, Jenkins has other ways to explore William's secret.
"Speaking of elves, I have something nice for you."
He said excitedly, looked left and right, no one was watching the deck here, and moved the suitcase he had been carrying to the table. With a snap, he opened the metal buckles on both sides at the same time, and after opening the lid of the box facing himself, he immediately supported the side of the box and moved it towards Hathaway.
"Look, here's my present for you."
He showed Hathaway the test tubes inlaid in the lining of the box, which were given to Jenkins by the old Jack before he left the Shire. It's just that Jenkins has already learned how to make the medicine here, and it doesn't make sense to use the elf's secret method to prolong the storage time, so he took it out as a gift.
"I learned how to make potions, and my original soul ability can help me make these very well."
"Why did you give it to me?"
Hathaway asked with some regret.
Jenkins had no idea why she was asking that question, and there was certainly no other way to get other answers now.
"Because I like you."
When he said this, Hathaway's face immediately turned red.
After accepting the potion box, Hathaway cautiously asked Jenkins if he had heard of "Witch's Kiss". Of course, Jenkins couldn't admit that he had peddled such a potion, so he immediately denied it, and Hathaway felt relieved.
Jenkins wasn't very good at dating girls, or rather he had no experience with them. If there is a movie theater in this era, he is quite willing to go to the movie theater to spend this afternoon, which saves time and effort.
But the Opera House was closed for the afternoon, and Jenkins couldn't think of anywhere else to go. In the end, Hathaway, who was smiling happily, made a suggestion, and the two went around the dessert shop, quill club, and city museum together.
Although it was boring to walk like this, Hathaway seemed to enjoy it, and Jenkins was quite happy.
In the evening, Hathaway was sent back to her home, and she kissed Jenkins in the carriage. The two had a pretty good afternoon. Before they parted, Hathaway kept telling Jenkins that he must inform Jenkins in advance before asking her out next time.
"So what are you going to do now?"
The two stood in front of the carriage, and the servants of the Earl's mansion had already opened the iron gate.
"I'd like to invite Britney to dinner and then maybe to the opera or not, depending on the time."
He said without changing his face, admiring his courage.
"That's good, Jenkins. Sorry to put you through this, but I swear this will be over by the end of the summer."
She hugged Jenkins again, and said a formal farewell with a flushed face.
Looking at the background of the red-haired girl leaving, the cat on the shoulder "meow~" in dissatisfaction, it thinks that human women are indeed the kind of treacherous, cunning and immoral people.
The next stop was the home of Marquis Mihail. Due to his busy military affairs recently, the Marquis was of course not at home on Monday evening. Britney was at home, and looked like she was going out.
When she heard that Jenkins wanted to invite her to dinner, Goldilocks immediately said she had time and could go out now.
"Do you have other things to do in a while?"
Jenkins looked at her ready-to-go outfit and the lady's handbag in her hand, and asked suspiciously.
"It used to be something, but now it's all right."
Unable to understand the logic of this, Jenkins gave up thinking.
The two went out together, and Jenkins had already made an appointment at the restaurant, so just go there directly. Seeing that it was still early after dinner, she wanted to go to the Opera House with Britney, but she had classes tomorrow morning, so she had to go back now.
"have class?"
Jenkins would always forget that Hathaway and Britney were actually students, but not full-time, so they didn't necessarily go to school a few times a month. Learning to read is of course the most important thing. As the holy son of the Sage Church, Jenkins naturally agrees with this truth, so he sent Britney back home in a very gentlemanly manner.
"Before you ask me out next time, you must tell me in advance, otherwise it will take a long time just to match the clothes."
That's what Britney said before parting, which Jenkins had heard hours before.
"Have you dated Hathaway recently?"
she asked again.
"This afternoon."
Jenkins once again showed his extraordinary courage.
"Oh, Jenkins, sorry to put you through this, but I swear this will be over by the end of the summer."
Jenkins heard this sentence just now, but this time he took the initiative to hug Britney, and the girl looked very happy.
But there is another unhappy cat in this city. Jenkins has already discovered that the mood of chocolate today is not right, so he took advantage of the time in the evening and walked to a dessert shop near St. George's Avenue to buy chocolates. Had some supper.
The mood of chocolate always changes quickly, at least when the cream cake dotted with tempting strawberries was put into a carton by the clerk, it seemed to have completely forgotten its troubles.
The little cat knows that Jenkins cares about him, but he doesn't like humans on his territory. But if Jenkins insists on having those "little ants" around, as long as Jenkins pleads with it, Chocolate is not an ungenerous cat.
It intends to forgive Jenkins first, and then find out what Jenkins wants the next time it encounters this situation.
At night, Nolan was once again shrouded in thick fog, and the lights of the gas lamps on both sides of the road were so weak that it was almost impossible to connect them together. Because the dessert shop is next to Papa's antique shop, when Jenkins went out with a paper box and a paper bag containing bread, he didn't call for a carriage, but walked directly to the direction of the antique shop.
There were no lights on the first and second floors of the store, and it looked like Pop hadn't come back from church yet. Jenkins stood in front of the window and looked into the dark store, making sure that the gas lights were turned off before turning around and wanting to leave.
"Excuse me sir, do you know when the store is open?"
The man walking quickly from the other side of St. George's Avenue asked loudly, seeing that Jenkins was about to leave, he stepped up to his side.
The stranger looked quite young, about thirty years old, holding a black briefcase of a common style in his hand, and his coat was a little wrinkled from walking too fast just now.
"Papa's Antique Store opens at seven every morning, but if you don't want to disturb Papa's breakfast and newspaper, you'd better come after seven thirty."
Jenkins said while looking at the man, and the man immediately showed an annoyed expression.
"Not open tonight?"
"I don't think Dad will come back early tonight... May I ask what you can do with Dad? I'm his apprentice. If it's not very important, I think I can handle it too."
The strange man was not a customer who wanted to buy or sell antiques, he was an employee of an insurance company. Although the concept of insurance has become familiar to the public because of Jenkins's Fabry scam, in fact, the insurance business has appeared more than ten years ago, but it is very small, so similar industries can only be found in big cities.
Dad is a very discerning person. He bought a life insurance for himself five years ago. Due to the imperfection of the insurance industry, the scope of claims is very small, but it happens that "injuries due to accidents that threaten the public safety of the city" are within the scope of claims.
"Hi, I'm Crowe Simon. Mr. Crowell Oliver was injured in an explosion at the Docklands last week and we have accepted his accident report, hospital injury report and bill for consumption that he sent on Saturday. .All the procedures are OK, so the company sent me to do the claims, I ran around the city for a day today... business, you know..."
While talking, the man wiped his forehead with a handkerchief in his pocket. His face was covered with sweat, and he seemed to be running over.
"I thought Mr. Oliver's shop would be open late, so I came after sunset, but..."
Seeing his embarrassed look, Jenkins hesitated, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door of the antique shop, and beckoned him in. Mr. Simon saw that Jenkins had the key here, and he hung up his clothes and hat familiarly after entering the door, and there was even his cat's nest on the counter, so he believed in his heart that he was an apprentice here.
According to the normal working process, this kind of insurance compensation should be handed over to me in person, and let me sign the receipt.
But the embarrassed Mr. Simon had to complete the work before today, and in order to win his trust, Jenkins showed him the newspaper with Jenkins's face in his father's collection, so in the end, the compensation for the personal insurance was accepted by Jenkins .
Of course, the signature is the name of the old man who signed it.
Watching Simon walk out of the antique shop, Jenkins put the counted banknotes back on the counter, and the newspaper with his image on it continued to be placed on the counter as a pad for the ink bottle.
"I didn't expect my father to cheat insurance..."
Jenkins sighed softly in his heart, thinking it was a bit funny. While Uncle was indeed involved in last Friday's pier bombing, he wasn't hurt at all, the only loss being that his clothes were ripped and his suitcase was blown up when he went out.
The certificates issued by the hospital and the investigation report issued by the Carfax Field should be genuine, but the things written on the genuine products should not be true.
"12 shillings, it seems that my father didn't report serious injuries. But the money is for nothing. Maybe I should also buy an insurance for myself. I heard that Traveler Bank is going to launch such a business, but I don't know Knowing if they would sell me the insurance..."
"If those mortals are unwilling to sell you insurance, I can sell it to you."
With the bell of the door being pushed open, the voice of a middle-aged man full of spirit reached his ears.
"I'm sorry, but one copy of your insurance is enough for me. Please get out, sir, you are not welcome at Papa's Antiques."
Jenkins said while lowering his head to sort out the paper and pens on the counter, and then raised his head after sorting out, and it was B-04-4-5611, a strange insurance company who had a relationship in the mirror world, who opened the door and came in.
"Did you choose this time to come here?"
Jenkins asked.
"Yes, the insurance salesman is very interesting. I followed him for a whole week to observe the insurance business in the current era."
"It turns out that's the case. It seems that you have been doing well after leaving the mirror world. Please go out now, you are not welcome at the old man's antique shop."
Jenkins' wording here is harsher.
PS: 4K big chapter, ask for everything at the end of the month.