"That's here... Really, you asked me to come here with you even though you knew he was in poor health."
The red-haired girl whispered, and then sat beside her friend.
After the opera ended, the two ladies waited until the gentlemen and ladies downstairs had finished exiting, and then walked out of the opera house side by side. Hathaway Hessa, who was worried, said goodbye to Britney Michel early on the pretext of feeling unwell, and went home in her own carriage.
"Who did she go to see just now?"
Waving goodbye to the carriage going away, the smile on her face disappeared immediately, and the blond noble girl asked the unremarkable maid standing behind her.
"After Miss Hesha left the box for the first time, she met Mr. Williams who was waiting in the front hall of the opera house. The two walked out of the opera house and disappeared."
The maid replied blankly.
"How long have they been away."
Mademoiselle Michael's eyes narrowed.
"Ten minutes, but Miss Hesha walked back from outside the museum alone. At that time... the skirt on her body was a little messy."
The maid carefully stated what she had seen.
"I see."
The noble lady's face was hidden in the shadows, and the expression could not be seen.
Unaware that he was in trouble, Jenkins returned home with chocolates in his arms, changed into his pajamas, and turned on the kerosene lamp on the table.
"Son of the evil god."
He read softly, and Chocolate, who was lying on the bed, flapped his ears a few times, and then stopped in disinterest.
"I always feel that this matter will involve me. Is this the accumulation of spirits and the strange sixth sense?"
He summoned that purple light spot again. When he was in the apotheosis state last time, he used the power of divinity to investigate the effect of this ability. Probably, when you encounter a node of fate, if you explore enough information, fate will guide you to an unknown path forward.
He concentrated there and nothing happened.
"very good."
He sighed softly, then picked up the book on one side and flipped through it a few times, skimming over the chapter of modern literary history, and found that he still had no intention of reading it.
Shaking his head, he went to bed.
After waking up, the sky outside was slightly red, and the crisp cries of newsboys could already be heard.
Jenkins yawned, stepped out into the yard in his pajamas, took a shovel, and dug out the buried bone.
The color of the red thread that restricts the strange creature's aura is already very light. I'm afraid it won't take long before it will wantonly spread pollution outward.
But Jenkins did not find information about the ritual magic that blessed this red thread in the secret library. He planned to keep it for another week. He couldn't find a way to destroy it within a week, so he found a night and threw it in the [Death and the End]At the entrance of the cemetery where the church is located, they should be experts in dealing with such things.
After burying the bones again, Jenkins cooked some rice porridge, fried a few eggs, brought the newspaper and milk from the door into the house, and warmly greeted Mr. Goodman next door who was going to work, and then began to calm down day.
After copying the daily tadpole articles in Papa's shop, Jenkins took another piece of paper and planned to write a report on what happened last night.
"Have you encountered anything special?"
Dad inquired.
"I was in the box all the time. I fell asleep when the second stanza in the middle started to sing. When Mr. Bouter was reprimanded by the saint, I was awakened by the passionate piano ensemble."
"So you really went there alone?"
He asked in disbelief.
"And chocolate."
"Meow~"
When the cat heard his name, it immediately called out.
"By the way, when I was in the box, I also saw two men in black clothes, sneaking around in the hall on the first floor. One of them was holding a book in his hand. This book is weird."
Jenkins added.
"You're not the only one who saw them."
The old man said impatiently, although he was very dissatisfied with Jenkins' performance, he also knew that it was time to get down to business, "These are the Coward brothers, they are rat-like guys, but they are also followers of the sage. They should have some My own secret is not registered with the church, but at the same time, believers will occasionally cooperate with them when the church takes action. The ability of that book is indeed very powerful... Although their combat ability is not very good, they can always fight in dangerous situations. Escape early. There was a robbery at the opera house last night. No, a robbery case. According to the current clues, several groups of people should have sneaked into the backstage and stole some troupe property... These things have nothing to do with us civil servants. to deal with. Now tell me, are you not interested in ladies your age..."
In the evening, Jenkins left the antique shop almost as if he was running away. Carrying the cat into the alley, at the same corner as last time, Miss Hesha, who had been leaning against the dilapidated wall and waiting for a long time, grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the other corner.
This time, the girl was wearing a very ordinary printed coarse blouse, her hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind her back. She didn't look like a noble lady in high society at all, but more like a laundry girl next door.
"Why are you again? Why are you here again?"
Jenkins grumbled.
"That's not the right way to treat pretty ladies."
She chuckled lightly, and stuffed a small but heavy paper bag to the man.
Jenkins lifted a corner of the paper, and inside was a stack of banknotes with the face of the former queen of the kingdom printed on it.
"The reward of 200 pounds has been agreed, and it is all here. I changed it into 10 pounds notes, which is more convenient to use."
"Then I won't be polite."
While talking, he stuffed this unexpected windfall into his pocket, and then he was about to leave with the cat in his arms.
"Wait, don't you have anything to say?"
Leaning against the wall, the girl asked softly while picking up her long red hair with one finger.
"Oh, by the way, the last time you stopped me here, you were trying to escape the chase."
Jenkins asked, and without waiting for the other party to answer, he immediately assured: "I also heard about the incident in the hospital. You did not commit a crime. I will not report you. Please don't worry. And once this matter is found Miss Hale has heard about it, and I'm afraid I won't end well either."
"What if the reason I was hunted by the local church was indeed a crime?"
she asked angrily.
"Then I will definitely report you. Justice may be absent sometimes, but it will never be late! As a believer in the sage, an upright gentleman, I have always believed in this!"
The cat squirmed and hid its face in Jenkins' arms.
"You really..."