"I also want to find the original seller of [Witch's Kiss]. I have collected some information. All the [Witch's Kiss] that Nolan appeared in the winter were originally sold by a man in the middle of the night, and they were very cheap. High-end red wine is still cheap. Later, the expensive ones were sold by black-hearted second-hand dealers. I think the master who made those medicines must not care about money... But he has never appeared since then, and I don’t know why he left Nolan, or died in those disasters in winter."
When Hathaway mentioned [Witch's Kiss], Miss Yindi also said regretfully. Of course, the woman who lived alone used [Witch's Kiss] not as a magic potion to add to the fun, but because the potion could have a certain maintenance effect on the skin.
Jenkins did not speak the whole time. He would never let others know that he sold those medicines. He is a person who cares more about his reputation.
Before the party ended, Mr. Hood warned everyone to pay attention to safety recently. After the angel fell, according to the normality of the past six months, there will be new cult organizations appearing in the city and planning to make big things happen.
Nolan's resident benefactors are aware of this, and because of this, people speculate that Nolan is the most important stage at the end of the era.
When Hathaway Jenkins "tailed" came to the mine, it was still early in the morning. By the time everyone left in batches, the sun had already shone on the earth. Nolan in the middle of the continent has now fully entered spring, and compared with Loen in the north, the temperature is very different.
Jenkins calculated Hathaway's possible route into the city. After leaving the mine, he let the unicorn drive him to the city first, and then hired a carriage to wait at the street corner, while using the eyes of reality to see the city from a distance. Watching Hathaway's course of action, he let the coachman drive him to a suitable position.
In the end, Jenkins successfully "ran into" Hathaway. It was in the middle of St. Rhodes Street in the east of the city. When Hathaway passed an alley where a carriage was parked, she saw a familiar face coming from the carriage. looking at him.
The first reaction was of course not to believe it, but then anger rushed to his head.
She tucked her handbag under her arm, lifted her skirt and got into the car angrily. After Jenkins ordered the driver to head towards the restaurant in the city and cast down the silence charm, the red-haired lady finally couldn't help asking:
"Jenkins, now, tell me, where did you go?"
She almost roared out, not caring about her ladylike image at all. Jenkins knew he was wrong, so he hugged her boldly, and waited for her to vent her anger before he began to explain his whereabouts in the past few days.
Of course, everything can be traced back to the cat's claw of chocolate, and it can also be said for the subsequent delusion and dawn. Mentioning Ruen, Jenkins hesitated for a moment and did not continue, but let go of Hathaway and looked into her eyes.
Her eyes are beautiful, but Jenkins' face reflected in them is twisting and shaking:
"I'm hiding a lot of things from you."
"I know, you have always been mysterious."
Hathaway said angrily, but after hearing Jenkins' explanation, she is not as angry as before.
"The first thing I want to say is... I'm not some unregistered granter, I'm a scribe of the Church of the Sages..."
After saying this, he paused for a while, but did not see any surprised expression on Hathaway's face.
"So? Is this important?"
asked the red-haired lady.
"It's... well, I'm sorry I lied to you before."
Jenkins was disrupted from the rhythm of his speech, and couldn't find the right words for a while.
"Jenkins, I don't care how many secrets you hide, but at least, don't lie to me all the time, okay?"
Seeing Jenkins' tangled face, Hathaway snorted coldly. But in fact, her heart was not as calm as her face. She remembered what Mr. Candle mentioned half an hour ago, and thought of the Williamette family. Now, Jenkins really has a church background. Moreover, the bishop of the diocese cannot be served by the benefactor, which means that the speculation about Jenkins' "bishop's successor" in the past six months is all false.
In connection with the fact that Jenkins is favored, recognized and cultivated by the Church of the Sages, this seems to indicate that he also has an unusual background in the church.
"Yes, I understand... There are some things I have to confess... Actually, not only you and Britney, but others..."
Jenkins didn't know that Hathaway was thinking so far, and was still talking to himself.
"I know, you've mentioned this to me before (Note)."
Even though Hathaway's brow was furrowed, she still had to carry on the conversation:
"So what are you trying to tell me? After spending the night in my bed/in my bed, you immediately left me for your other lovers?"
"No, yes, no, I mean yes, I mean..."
Jenkins didn't know how to explain this topic, and he thought of his cat again. Although the root cause of all this should be attributed to his own greed, the direct cause is that the chocolate was pushed into the bottle containing the lost butterfly.
"I want to tell you who they are."
He made up his mind.
"Okay then, let me see what the honorable Mr. Williamette's taste is like."
She raised her slender neck and said, inexplicably reminding Jenkins of a proud white swan.
"There are two... In fact, it can only be counted as one. Her name is Alexia Miller. She was originally my friend, and then went to Loen. She was the one who entertained me during my stay in Loen. This is Her picture…”
Jenkins directly called out the book of memories and opened the first page, which contained a color photo of Alexia. In the photo, a short lady is sitting on the sofa with a book in her hands. The cup of black tea on the tea table in front of her is still steaming.
From time to time, she would look out of the photo, because it was from Jenkins' memory, and she was actually looking at Jenkins.
"Your photos can move."
Hathaway sarcastically said, seeing Alexia's appearance, she breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. Even if she shouldn't, she has to admit that Jenkins' aesthetic taste is pretty good, and she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life with some ugly women.
"So who is she? Is she a gifter? Do you know about Britney and me?"
In fact, most of the anger in my heart has disappeared for some reason. What Jenkins said now, he has more or less revealed in the past, but there are not so many details.
PS: Chapter 928 is frank.