Seeing this text that was entrusted to be translated, Jenkins' first reaction was to wonder if this incident might have something to do with the cultists calling for angels, but he soon realized that it was impossible. Now the three processes of calling the angels: the umbilical cord bridge, the blood sacrifice call, and the connection of [Alien Frenzy] are very clear, and there is no need for God's Punishment.
He quickly restored the contents of the kraft paper bag to its original state, and then solemnly took it back to the study on the second floor amidst the sound of the rainstorm.
When I took the cat back to the store on the first floor, I suddenly found a young girl standing in the store.
She was wearing a brown coat that wrapped her entire body, and Jenkins could only see her legs in women's boots. She had long, charming wine-red hair that looked more purple in the gaslight. Wearing an exquisite hairstyle similar to a silver crown at the front of the hair, she looks like a girl, but she smiles with a mature charm that does not belong to her appearance age.
Jenkins' eyes were still looking at the woman's well-shaped legs, not because of a sudden lust, but because he was surprised that there was no muddy water on her shoes.
Unless the woman just changed a pair of shoes at the door, there is no way this is possible.
"Blesser!"
I realized this in a blink of an eye, and shook my left shoulder lightly. The cat on the shoulder immediately jumped off, and then ran to the mat on the counter. Jenkins' eyes narrowed, and he had to prepare for the worst for the time being when he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend.
The standing woman also saw Jenkins holding a large bunch of keys, and she smiled at Jenkins, but said nothing.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, neither spoke nor moved. The antique shop was unusually quiet. Standing here, one could clearly hear the violent wind and rain outside.
Rainwater flowed from the eaves like a water curtain, but Jenkins was not in the mood to watch the unexpected rainstorm. He nervously prepared to deal with possible situations, and then tentatively asked:
"Welcome to Papa's Antique Store, what do you need?"
"Is Papa Oliver there?"
The woman immediately asked, and walked towards the counter as if nothing happened. Although her speech is short, it is easy to hear the thick Nolan accent, which can only be acquired by living in the local area for a long time.
"Father is out on errands. Considering the current weather, I don't think he will come back before night."
Jenkins walked into the counter, not knowing what the level 7 gifter in front of him was going to do.
"Since Dad is not here, it's okay if I come to talk to you, Mr. Williamette."
"She knows me!"
Jenkins said in his heart, then nodded slightly:
"What do you want to talk about?"
He is ready to use [Profane Production], and now the strange girl is within the range of his ability. If the female creature in front of him dared to show any hostility, then he would definitely let her get justice.
"But why do I think she must be a bad person? She might really be an ordinary gifter passing by here."
A corner of Jenkins whispered, then looked up at the woman, waiting for her answer.
"Before I get into things I think I need to introduce myself. My name is Lena Stewell."
"Um?"
Jenkins had never known a woman named "Lena," but he happened to know a woman whose surname was "Stiver." This is not a very common surname, and combined with the warning letter sent by Mr. Black Cat, the young girl in front of her is very likely to be Miss Stillwell, the old man's former apprentice.
"But why so young? She also has elven blood?"
Jenkins thought in his heart, then looked at Miss Stillwell in silence. The latter showed such an expression as expected, and stretched out his hand to call out a group of bright golden light clusters. It was some kind of magical ability, but it was not fully activated, and it only showed the light and shadow effect.
"It's the divine art of a sage."
Jenkins judged that the vigilance in his heart suddenly relaxed a little. He coughed to cover up his embarrassment, then pointed upstairs:
"I think we can go to the reception room on the second floor to talk, do you like black tea?"
From a long time ago... It can't be said that it was a long time ago, after all, he came to this world only half a year ago. From half a year ago, Jenkins began to wonder about his father's past, and tried to find out his unknown secrets through various means .
While it's rude to do so, Jenkins at least thinks he's done nothing wrong. It's just that the more I investigate, the more I find that those insiders are secretive, and even the brothers and sisters who should still exist (the third undead disaster who died 30 years ago) have no whereabouts.
Now this beautiful woman suddenly appeared in the antique shop, Jenkins himself couldn't believe such luck. When he accompanied the woman upstairs, he had been secretly looking at the senior sister, but from the clothes and appearance, he really couldn't get any effective information.
The two sat down, Jenkins also brought tea and snacks, and comforted the cat, and the conversation officially began.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the raindrops hit the window with a frightening sound. Even if the glass was shattered in the next second, Jenkins didn't think he would be surprised. There was no such torrential rain in the late summer and the entire autumn last year, and there will be no rain in winter. This should be regarded as the largest natural rainfall he has seen since he came to this world.
Because of the rain, there is some humidity even in the room without windows. This is unavoidable, after all, this building is also some years old.
"I remember that the night I left Nolan was also in such a rainstorm. So many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and this place hasn't changed at all."
The woman said sadly, looking at everything around her naturally.
Jenkins was noncommittal, then asked:
"So you didn't intercept the warning letter my friend sent me on purpose?"
"Yes, I want you to know that I will come to you, otherwise it would be too rude. Dad used to tell me that my etiquette class ended with a failing grade, and now it seems that he really looked for it." A very polite new apprentice."
Miss Stillwell picked up her teacup but didn't drink it, just sniffed it and shook her head slightly.
"You didn't make things difficult for my friend, did you?"
Jenkins is worried about Mr. Black Cat being involved innocently.
"Of course not. Why should I make things difficult for him? But I really didn't expect you to know that I was in Turin, and I really didn't expect that your friend could find me easily."