After staying in Papa's antique shop for more than half an hour, Jenkins took the cat and left after sorting out his messy thoughts.
The cat was content now. It had long wanted to see the shocked expression on Jenkins' face when he learned a little bit of the world's secrets. This was one of its joys, but Jenkins wasn't always surprised.
"Meow~"
The cat happily leads the way in front of Jenkins. It is very happy today, so it wants to walk by itself instead of riding Jenkins.
Jenkins is also happy that his cat exercises more, it is usually too lazy.
The rain that had started in the morning had stopped, but the whole city was wet. As Jenkins walked along behind the chocolate, he wondered how much dirt would get on its little paws, which Jenkins would wipe with a towel when he got home.
It was already late at night, because of the rain during the day, there were a lot fewer people active at night. But the good news is that due to the rain and wind, the fog cleared up a little, and you can see a faint starry sky and a half-circle double moon when you look up. According to the moon phase in the material world, there are still about two weeks before the full moon that can make elven potions .
"In the morning, I should ask Mr. Sianod about the elixir potion. He may be able to recognize what it is."
Jenkins took the matter to heart and planned to ask again when he visited him over the weekend. There are still many secrets in the old elf, and Jenkins believes that he will be able to get it.
Leave Fifth Queen's Road and walk east, which is the direction of home. There were no pedestrians on the road, and when I looked up, I could only see a small figure standing next to the mailbox at the street corner. Jenkins stopped subconsciously, and only dared to continue walking after confirming that it was a human being.
"Hello, why haven't you come home so late?"
It was a little flower girl, and Jenkins happened to have seen it. She was a friend of Phinee's, who seemed to be named Louise, and lived with her family in a slum in the south of the city. The little girl also noticed Jenkins, and greeted Jenkins with a blushing face.
She hasn't come home so late. It's not to sell flowers or to "sell flowers". The girl dropped a 3p coin when she passed by in the evening. After she realized this, she immediately came back to look for it, and the search lasted for two hours.
"I'll look for it with you."
Jenkins said so.
"No sir, I'll find it soon, don't bother you."
The girl stood there in embarrassment. She respected Jenkins very much. Although she cared about the 3pence, she didn't want to waste his time.
"No trouble, I have very useful object-finding skills."
As he spoke, he bent down and patted the cat next to his feet. The cat responded impatiently, but still sniffed.
Soon it was behind the mailbox, where the girl couldn't see, and turned to look at Jenkins.
"Is it here?"
As Jenkins said, he walked over, put his hands on the ground, threw the coins hidden in his palms under the mailbox, and then swept in with the umbrella in his hand, and sure enough, the three coins thrown in just now were swept out.
"Oh, thanks to the sage, I found it!"
He said in surprise, twisted up the coin, wiped it with the handkerchief in his pocket, and held it in front of the girl. The girl also let out a cry of surprise, stretched out her hand and took the coin back.
It was too late now, and Jenkins was worried that it would be unsafe for the girl to walk at night, so he took a long detour and sent her home first. On the way back, the girl kept praising Jenkins' cat, and asked him where Chocolate was adopted, and whether it was a very rare cat breed.
"No no no, my cat just has a better sense of smell, but the breed is actually quite common."
The cat was upset and flicked the back of Jenkins' head with its tail, but Jenkins was too focused on talking to notice.
He sent the girl to the alley of her house, watched her knock on the door and was hugged by a haggard middle-aged woman inside, before turning around and entering the deep night again. Jenkins enjoys doing such good deeds, and it puts him in a good mood.
Jenkin has always believed that the reason he came to this world was to stay up late and die suddenly. Therefore, after becoming Jenkins, if it is not necessary, he generally does not stay up late.
Therefore, in the past six months, I have developed very good work and rest habits. Of course, I am in control of going to bed early, and my cat is in control of getting up early.
Tuesday morning also starts with the cat's call service, and the energetic cat is always so punctual. Because of it, the cog clock that Jenkins carried in his luggage when he moved out of Privet Drive was never used; the chocolate clock was equally on time, after all.
After breakfast, I went to work. Yesterday's light rain temporarily improved the air condition, but it only lasted for half a day. When I went out, I saw the city shrouded in dense fog. This dense fog is not only smog, but also some naturally formed morning fog.
Looking around, the sky is gloomy, but the towering chimneys in the distance and the smoke columns that are slightly inclined with the wind are very clear.
Thinking of the air protection bill that has been introduced for a long time but has never been implemented, Jenkins has a lot of thoughts:
"I don't know if the successor after the queen's death can change all this. Maybe I should encourage the church to also participate in the war of succession and elect a king who can implement the air protection act."
Of course, this is impossible. The "High Tower Agreement" has stated that religious forces are not allowed to interfere in the succession of the secular throne. Although the binding nature of this clause needs to be verified, at least the church cannot interfere on the surface, and even if it interferes, it is best not to let people catch evidence.
"Time~"
Looking at the chimneys and the dark sky in the distance, he sighed, and stretched out his hand to push open the door of Papa's antique shop. Uncommonly, Dad didn't read the morning paper on the rocking chair, but stood at the counter, holding a magnifying glass and wearing gloves, looking down at a small stone statue.
Jenkins was puzzled for a few seconds, and when he stepped in, he realized that it was sold to him cheaply by an insurance salesman last night. Before he left the store, he was too preoccupied with thinking about the crime coins, so he put the box directly on the counter and forgot to put it away.
"You bought this for 1 penny?"
The old man asked in an incredulous tone, presumably he had counted the money in the drawer.
"Yes."
"Did you use force?"
"of course not!"
Jenkins shook his head violently, took off his coat and hung it up with his hat, and explained to his father what happened last night.
He didn't lie, he directly stated the "cooperation" proposed by the insurance salesman and him. Except for the concealment of the news about the crime coin, there is no lie about other things.
PS: I just found out that there is a big problem in Chapter 984. The news in the newspaper is "Notice of Calendar Changes Regarding the End of the Eighteenth Epoch (Third Edition)". I mistakenly typed it as the 17th Era. I hereby correct it. This era is the 18th era, so it should be the end of the 18th era.