Jenkins tried his best to stretch his body out of the window, and the speeding carriage did not bring much coolness. Behind him, the villagers were still surrounded by the big tree, but the old man who was supposed to be in the center of the crowd stood outside the crowd.
He looked at Jenkins, smiled at the young Mr. Writer, then bent down and bowed deeply.
The pure white wings and bright golden aura naturally appeared behind the old man, almost making Jenkins cry. Before the driver warned him that this was a dangerous move, Jenkins retracted his body and sat down in the carriage again.
There was a shocked expression on his face:
"It turned out that it wasn't an auditory hallucination at all half a month ago. There really was an envoy from the [Goddess of the Earth] who came to the world in March to inspect the spring plowing situation... So it wasn't a one-day inspection, it's been almost a week."
He picked up the cat and tapped its small head with his finger, and the cat immediately let out a dissatisfied "Woooo~" sound.
"But what I saw just now seems to be..."
He tried hard to recall the moment when he opened the Eye of Reality, the golden aura that seemed to overwhelm the whole world, and the huge pure white wings that he saw in a trance.
"That can't be the angel of [Goddess of the Earth]? Angels are the messengers of God, so it's right..."
Jenkins nodded secretly, and then called out [Angel of All Things Impermanence-Angel] from his spirit. The angel on the card quietly watched Jenkins outside the card in the two-dimensional space, but Jenkins still didn't understand the meaning of this card.
He had no intention of talking to the existence that was suspected to be an angel. After all, Jenkins knew that his identity was a little sensitive, and rashly approaching creatures related to righteous gods might cause unexpected troubles.
It's just that I'm a little excited to come to this world for so long, and finally see a creature like an angel for the first time. Although the weak and ugly image of the old man was a bit different from the beautiful angel Jenkins imagined, he was still very happy to see a new extraordinary life again.
"I don't know how the angels were born, maybe the gods really transformed the souls of devout believers."
It was already three thirty in the afternoon when we arrived in Yorktown. Declining the coachman's idea of waiting here for a while to take him back to Nolan, Jenkins paid the fare and walked into the town.
There really isn't much to see here, it's basically the least developed part of downtown Norland. Because the town is small, Jenkins found his destination right away, which was a bar at the end of the street, but because of the current time, the bar looked deserted.
After pushing open the door and entering inside, Jenkins almost coughed due to the choking smell. The smell of bad tobacco, alcohol, and food was mixed together, and it was like slop that had been sitting in the kitchen for a week.
Although Jenkins is tall, maybe because his image looks too easy to bully, and he is carrying a kitten, so before he walked a few steps, a strong man with a beard walked towards him .
The moment the two passed by, Jenkins reached out and grabbed the hand that was reaching for his pocket, and broke it hard. Amidst the man's screams, Jenkins kicked him against the wall.
Not paying attention to the surprised eyes of the few guests in the bar, Jenkins walked directly to the bar and said to the bartender holding a book:
"I'm here to deliver the letter. Father Oliver asked me to."
He noticed that the book the bartender was reading was "The Legend of the Detective Knight", and it was a pirated copy.
"Williamette?"
The bartender with a big rosacea raised his head and glanced at Jenkins, then asked with certainty. He reached out to take the letter, pulled out the letter paper, picked up the wine glass next to it and poured it on it, and the writing on it changed immediately.
"I see."
The bartender nodded, quickly picked up the matchbox next to his hand, lightly struck the match on the counter, and then lit the letter paper stained with wine under Jenkins' watchful eyes.
I guess the letter paper was also made by my father with special materials, otherwise it would be unreasonable to burn such a large piece of paper so quickly after being wet.
Dad didn't simply ask Jenkins to deliver the letter, because after that, the bartender asked Jenkins to wait for a while, then walked out of the bar and walked towards the backyard of the bar.
He came back after a while and handed Jenkins a simple jewelry box made of wood.
"Inspect the goods, otherwise I won't be able to tell when my father finds me."
He said so.
Jenkins nodded. Although he didn't know what his father asked him to pick up, he opened it with confidence after confirming that the box and the contents inside had no aura.
Inside was a ring, a very familiar ring.
He raised his head to look at the bartender, who just picked up the novel again asked in surprise:
"What's the matter, is there a problem with the goods?"
There is nothing wrong with the ring itself, it is indeed genuine. But its shape and shape Jenkins has seen before. When he was looking at the store last week, Mrs. Silver Flute, Mrs. Mistalla Frant, and the old elf's friend, Harama Lansam, have all visited the antique store. Selling similar rings.
Miss Silver Flute was dissatisfied with Jenkins' bid, so she didn't agree to sell it to him, and the one owned by the old man Ryan Sam was accepted by the antique shop.
"Is there really something wrong with such a ring? Dad sees something that I don't?"
Thinking suspiciously in his heart, he reached into his pocket to feel for his banknotes. Tried the thickness, picked out a 10 shilling face value, took it out and pushed it to the bartender.
"I want to know the origin of this ring."
The bartender pushed the note back again:
"Doing business with Dad requires rules. Since it has been sold to him, I can't disclose any more information. Young man, you can ask Dad directly. I won't say anything anyway."
After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to read. Jenkins left the banknotes on the bar counter to make fun of himself, turned and left.
Can't use unicorns when it comes, for fear that the next time the recipient and dad meet, they will talk about Jenkins' arrival time. But he doesn’t have to worry so much when he returns to Nolan. He doesn’t have to go back to Dad’s antique shop for a while, and he can give the ring to Dad tomorrow, so as long as Dad doesn’t find him in the city before six o’clock in the afternoon, then it’s considered You can use [True Phantom] to teleport back.
The reason he doesn't do this is because he has the cat with him, and he can rely on the Phantom to get back, but the cat can't. Even trusting the cat's pathfinding abilities, Jenkins wouldn't have dropped it this far.
Flying back on a unicorn was a lot more fun than the boring trip to Yorktown. Looking down at the village farmland and rivers at your feet is more refreshing than being drowsy in a car.