The answer is this, and Jenkins is absolutely right.
When that Ms. Kamel went to the church for help, she revealed her identity before she was cursed with "eternal life". So last week, after the father discovered that there was something wrong with the ring, he immediately contacted the church and had a conversation with the woman. After a long memory, the woman finally found this kind of ring in the corner of her vague memory.
"This is a ring made by the Kamel family to celebrate the birth of the next generation of the family's heir before it was wiped out by the gods. There are 10 rings in total. And that heir is the Kamel family who killed the lovebird blessed by the gods." , A candidate who intends to obtain extraordinary power. A ring like this that is closely connected with the royal family of Carmel should never escape God's punishment, so there is a problem with this matter, and it is a big problem."
The old man nodded and said, putting away the ring with a serious expression.
"But no matter what, Jenkins, this matter has nothing to do with you. You are here looking at the store. I think I have to go to church again. Although Miss Bevanna and the others have a heavy task now, I think that this The problem of a few rings is even more serious!"
Dad acted very quickly, and soon left the store with the box containing the ring and returned to the church. He has no activity scheduled for Jenkins today, so Jenkins can actually do whatever he wants.
"If I leave, the antique shop won't be in business for a day, which is a big loss..."
He thought to himself, and glanced at his cat again. Although the cat can watch the shop to prevent thieves, but because it can't speak, it is impossible for it to talk to customers and bargain prices.
As if seeing what was going on in Jenkins' mind, Chocolate stood up from the mat, barked at him a few times, and then licked his paws on his own.
"Well then, the store is temporarily closed for a day, and it is very unlikely that Dad will come back today."
Having made a decision, he also left the store, and then headed home with the lazy cat. Of course, he didn't want to spend the whole day at home, but he wanted to find his neighbor, Miss Yindi, and ask about the details of the ring she tried to sell last week.
I tried to observe the aura from a long distance, but unfortunately, Miss Yindi was not at home, and there was no trace of the bestower in the house. Jenkins thought about entering directly to find clues, but immediately felt that it was very rude to invade the neighbor's house rashly.
In fact, it is also possible to go to the old elf and then contact his friend Mr. Harama Lansam, but Jenkins is not sure if he really wants to participate in this matter.
Remembering that he had gained new abilities, he wanted to store a batch of bone meal with him, so he temporarily gave up looking for the missing Miss Yindi, and instead walked towards the entrance of the black market.
With Skrull Pompeii defeated by the church, the originally deserted black market also returned to its former bustle. Jenkins received a message from the bartender at the entrance bar, knowing that someone had sent a letter to his false address.
I was very curious who would contact this address, but after getting the envelope, I found out that it was Mr. Black Cat.
"Last week, he just told me about the manor belonging to Mr. Corpse in Turin. Is there any new news so soon?"
Jenkins was very surprised, but after opening the letter, he found that it was not about Turin Manor, but last week he commissioned Mr. Black Cat to investigate Miss Stillwell.
The content of the letter is very simple, but it looks very scary:
[Mr. Candle:
Run, I was discovered by the woman you commissioned to investigate! She didn't make it difficult for me, but she took the letter you sent me! Run, she seems to be going to Nolan to find you, that woman is really too strong! She must be at the demigod level! She didn't embarrass me, I'm fine, you run, find a safe hiding place and send me a letter!]
Seeing this letter, Jenkins looked around the bar subconsciously, for fear that a strange woman would smile at him at this time. But there are almost no idlers in the bar on Sunday morning. Even if someone walks in, it is probably the same as Jenkins, just using this place as a secret entrance to the underground black market.
Jenkins looked down at the letter again, with a strong unbelievable emotion in his heart:
"Mr. Black Cat found Miss Stewell so easily? This..."
He can't describe how he feels now, it's like trying hard to bathe chocolate but can't do it, only to find that there is no such trouble at all, just put some delicious snacks in the bathroom.
Of course, this is just a metaphor. With the wisdom of chocolate, this black and white kitten will not fall into such a low-level animal trap.
"Could it be that Miss Stillwell has been paying attention to the movement from Nolan, so she immediately noticed something wrong? But what is the conflict between her and Dad? Why is everyone unwilling to mention Dad's past apprentice?"
These questions cannot be answered by thinking alone. Although Mr. Black Cat in the letter repeatedly warned Jenkins to run away, Jenkins was not worried that Miss Stillwell would find him.
On the contrary, he was very much looking forward to seeing that strange lady, so as to learn some past events that his father didn't want to tell.
I wrote a reply letter to Mr. Black Cat, telling him not to worry about this matter, and also apologizing for my somewhat dangerous commission. Mr. Black Cat left Nolan because he wanted to avoid danger, but now he got into trouble because of Jenkins' entrustment, and Jenkins felt very guilty about it.
After writing the letter, he entered the underground black market. Bone meal was a relatively common material. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want the church to know about his undead abilities, Jenkins would purchase it directly from the church, which was cheaper and more convenient than on the black market.
Other materials are also added by the way, and at the same time, I look forward to encountering the opportunity of "picking up leaks", but unfortunately this kind of opportunity still does not favor Jenkins.
After appeasing the cat who was dissatisfied with the smell of the sewer, he thought of going around and leaving, returning to the antique shop before lunch, creating the illusion that he had been looking at the shop all morning. When I stretched my head to look at a batch of old porcelain fragments, the cat in the pocket of my clothes actually meowed softly.
Jenkins was taken aback, and immediately thought it was an unusual nose smell of chocolate. After repeatedly checking with the [Eye of Reality] and still not finding the precious item, I finally realized that it was just the inadvertent sleep talk of the sleeping kitten.
"Fell asleep again..."
He rubbed the cat's small face with his fingertips, and the cat stretched out its paw and subconsciously moved Jenkins' fingers aside.