"What you see is all I have learned. If you want to know the principle, you can go to him. He lives in..."
Jenkins pretended to write down the address of his unfortunate friend seriously, and nodded to the girl behind him, who played the music, and the baron fell asleep again.
"Let's go."
he said quickly.
"Wait, why were you so proficient just now?"
Miss Hesha held his hand suspiciously and asked.
"I'm just a down-and-out little writer. Isn't it normal to think about this kind of thing when thinking about the plot of the story?"
The expression on his face was a little aggrieved.
"Then why are you holding a gun?"
Jenkins put on an embarrassed expression again, scratching his hair:
"You asked me out, didn't you say it's dangerous, I'm a little worried."
After returning to the carriage smoothly, Jenkins let out a long sigh of relief after throwing away the spell and returning to his original state.
"Why do we have to be thieves every time we come out with you?"
"Not a thief, let's take, no, did I take something from the Baron?"
the girl asked angrily.
Jenkins grinned, "I also know that this is a robbery. When I go back, I will pray to the sage and ask her to forgive my mistakes."
While talking, he took out the baron's wallet, took out all the money and threw it out of the carriage window. I was very hesitant in my heart, but I still asked the girl.
"It's only more than twenty pounds, which is not a sin at all. You are the giver, do you understand? The giver! We have great power, so we need to be more humble. But this does not mean that everything must You're so naive, Jenkins, that you wouldn't get far on the way of the Giver without my help."
Miss Hesha mentioned the matter again.
"It's really the first time I've heard of the devouring feature you said just now. Do you have a match?"
"what are you up to?"
The girl raised her eyebrows.
"Burn it."
Fortunately the Baron had no coins with him.
Miss Hesha grabbed the banknotes and stuffed them into her pocket, "Are you crazy?"
"No, although the kingdom's law stipulates that it is illegal to intentionally damage banknotes..."
"Who cares? I mean, why would you burn them?"
"Safety first!"
"Only in this kind of matter do you act like a normal benefactor."
The girl probably thought of the gun just now.
"Don't worry, the money will not be traced, don't make trouble with gold pounds."
She turned her head angrily and looked out the window at night.
"Oh, that's how it is."
Jenkins could only nod obediently.
"Didn't you just give me 200 pounds last time? You should be very rich..."
He thought silently, and blinked, the crystal hair accessory with gemstones that was often seen in the hair of young red-haired ladies didn't seem to be brought out today. That's right, although Miss Hessa's father was an earl, unlike Miss Highmill's father, a marquis who held military power, Earl Hessa was more in line with Jenkins' imagination of a down-and-out nobleman.
"By the way, I need some high-purity gold flakes and some special metals. Do you have a channel?"
he asked carefully.
"How much?"
"Not much, not much."
Jenkins explained the number, and then tore off the cloth pocket sewn on the underwear, which contained the 200 pounds he got from the girl last time.
"What do you mean? You should have a rough idea of the price of these metals. About one hundred and fifty pounds is enough."
She seemed really angry this time.
"No, I want it urgently. I want it tomorrow morning."
The red-haired girl looked at Jenkins suspiciously, and took the money from Jenkins after a long time.
He is really in a hurry.
As soon as he saw Dad the next day, Jenkins told him what happened last night.
Of course, he and Miss Hesha just went to an ordinary ball, and they never expected that something involving extraordinary factors would happen. Jenkins Williams and Hathaway Hessa are pure and kind ordinary citizens.
"You mean, Hathaway Hessa invited you?"
"Father, that's not the point."
"Oh, well, we'll talk about that later, you mean, you didn't get any spirit from the ritual material."
The old man asked a little seriously, his brows were furrowed together.
"Yes, you know, I'm very sensitive about my feelings on this..."
"I see."
He grabbed Jenkins' coat and threw it to him, "I don't need it today... I won't use it tomorrow. When I come back to work, I will go to your house and let you know."
After speaking, push Jenkins to leave.
"What's wrong?"
Jenkins certainly refused.
"It's none of your business, so be it."
The old man tore off a corner from one side of the newspaper, and then swiped a line with a pen.
"I'll buy a ticket in a while, and go to this address to collect the bill for me."
Looking down, the address was a certain street in Shire City.
The original owner of Jenkins has never been there. According to the geography knowledge he has learned recently, this place is not far away, but even if he takes a steam train, it will take half a day to get there.
"Father, tell me the truth, what happened?"
he asked seriously.
"Nothing, hurry up, hurry up, say hello to old Jack for me, I haven't seen him for a long time."
After speaking, he pushed Jenkins out of the store door without any explanation, and closed the store door tightly. After a few seconds, the door of the store was opened again with the sound of bells, and the chocolate was thrown out by the neck.
"Father, what's the matter?"
"It's none of your business, let's go, remember, I asked you to go to Shire City."
"But… "
The carriage passed by slowly, and Jenkins immediately shut his mouth until there were no pedestrians around again, before shouting into the door:
"Father, I need some blood-stained iron, help me find it, and it won't be too late if you find it."
There was no sound from inside the door, but a few minutes later, a small box was thrown out.
Jenkins didn't even look at it, and said, "It's too much, I only need a piece the size of a fingernail. Dad, you open the door and take it back."
No one responded to him again.
Jenkins stood in front of Papa's antique store for a long time before he realized that there was a back door in the warehouse.
When he went around to the back door, it was already locked, so Jenkins ran to the church again. Captain Bincy said that he hadn't seen Dad today, and Bishop Parode went to the countryside with the priesthood to preach the mission the day before yesterday.
He could only go home dejectedly holding the chocolate.
The old man had been standing at the corner of the street where the church was located, until he confirmed that Jenkins had really left, and then he held his hat and hurried into the church.
PS: The sixth watch in the morning is over.