When returning to Nolan, Jenkins also talked about tobacco with Hathaway, who also expressed concern about the development of the situation.
She didn't know about this before, and thought that Jenkins came to her to talk about [Illusion of Doomsday], but she didn't expect Jenkins to bring even worse news.
"I don't go out recently, and it's best to stay with Britney. I'm worried about your safety. If possible, why don't you take your family and leave Nolan now."
He held the teacup worriedly and said, seeing his frown in the reflection of the liquid surface.
"Is that possible, Jenkins?"
Hathaway asked reproachfully, and then watched the kitten eating cake on the table.
"You actually carry chocolate with you."
"Haven't I always been like this?"
As he asked, he tapped his glass with his fingers, and a few ice cubes immediately appeared at the bottom of the body, bubbling and starting to float up.
"You're in Loen now, and you just came back to date me and didn't forget to bring it with you... Let's not talk about this, do you have time later? There is something I want to ask you."
The matter that Hathaway entrusted was related to Britney. The two ladies had some leisure time in the spring semester. Hathaway was busy with the study of The Gifter, and Britney didn't have so many things to do.
While she can't find Hathaway and Jenkins, she makes some new friends, and Hathaway suspects that there is something wrong with those new friends.
"First of all, I don't know if Britney has participated in another occult gathering; in addition, the war is fierce in the outer seas, and Britney's father, the Marquis Mihail, is in power. I am also worried that someone will try to harm Britney. Therefore, If you have time today, I hope you can follow her up for me, it only takes an afternoon."
Hathaway's grandmother is visiting today and she can't be out for a long time, so that's why Jenkins is called in to do it. It's certainly not gentlemanly to stalk a lady, but Jenkins struggled for a few seconds before agreeing.
Hathaway has stalked Britney several times in recent weeks, so knowing her weekly get-together schedule with those new friends, Jenkins just needs to wait ahead and watch nearby.
"Remember to disguise your face, so it doesn't matter if you are discovered."
Hathaway asked, worried that Jenkins was not good at this, and also imparted a lot of experience. She didn't know that Jenkins was a master of disguised assassination, investigation, tracking, and infiltration. He had done many similar things in the past six months.
After having lunch with Hathaway and talking about their lives recently, the two said goodbye. Before parting, Jenkins emphasized the danger Nolan faced recently, and Hathaway smiled and reassured him:
"Instead of worrying about us, you might as well worry about yourself. Jenkins, I've heard about Ruen, and you in the political vortex should also be careful."
The afternoon trip for Britney and her friends is at the Warhal Camp on the outskirts of the city. The camp is open in summer, autumn and winter, and is used by nearby lumber merchants to store wood.
In spring, the camp will bring together artists, small circuses, fortune-tellers (pseudo) and various performers from all over the Kingdom of Fidiktli. In spring, Camp Vaughan feels like a celebration.
This tradition has been going on for many years, and Nolan this year will naturally be no surprise. Britney and her friends have been coming over every Sunday afternoon since three weeks ago, and Hathaway just wants to know what they are doing here.
"I wonder where I should hide..."
Jenkins, who came to the entrance of the camp ahead of time, paid the entrance fee of 1 penny and began to look for a suitable hiding place. He found out about Britney from Hathaway that there was a sachet from her that contained a one-time passive activation of the amulet. That kind of charm was expensive and only a few benefactors could make it. Hathaway spent a lot of money on it. The price was bought from a benefactor who claimed to be "Miss Magic".
This was Hathaway's special protection method for Britney's safety, similar to how Jenkins once gave Britney a concealed little jewelry engraved with his real name, it was also for safety.
The aura of that unique spell is strong, so Jenkins doesn't have to follow it, just find a place to hide, use the [Eye of Reality] to identify the aura of the spell, and then observe the movement trajectory from a distance.
"So where should I hide?"
The camp was bustling with people, with a cheerful atmosphere like a festival. On both sides of the entrance to the camp are a vendor selling strangely shaped hats and a middle-aged man selling berries in bamboo baskets. Jenkins thinks that the berries look unripe.
Passing in front of these two and continuing to move forward, the camp was divided into three roads by the connected vendors. Jenkins chose the one in the middle, and looked around curiously as he walked. The Maine Coon cat on his shoulder was also looking at all this curiously. Then Jenkins saw a tent dyed purple with inferior dyes, and there was a sign outside. The word [divination] is written on it.
"This is it."
He had a plan in mind, so he walked over generously, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain and walked into the tent. Later, Jenkins successfully obtained the right to use the tent for an afternoon just by spending a 1 gold note.
The original owner was a brown-skinned middle-aged bald-headed brawny man in a pretentiously deep purple robe, strange amulets all over his body, and a choking aroma.
He was delighted with Jenkins' proposal, saying before leaving that it would allow him to go to the other side of the camp and tend the talisman stand.
The ventilation in the tent was not very good, and the choking aroma of the strong man refused to dissipate for a long time. But it's much quieter here than outside, and Jenkins sat behind a small low table with a crystal ball for half an hour, only a decadent middle-aged man who spent 10 pence on divination came in, and this place fit his requirement of keeping a low profile.
Half an hour later, Britney and his party finally arrived. Jenkins noticed the amulet's aura through his monocle, and watched as the amulet came into range of the camp.
At the same time, it was also determined that there was no Giver near her, and this discovery made Jenkins understand that the most dangerous possibility that Hathaway was worried about did not exist.
According to Hathaway's observations in the past few weeks, Britney and her friends, after entering the camp, would head towards the temporary wooden towers in the middle of the camp with a clear goal.
Today they chose the middle road after entering the camp, and then passed the tent where Jenkins was in a logical way.
All possible accidents seem to inevitably lead to accidents around Jenkins. Before he could even react, he heard girls talking excitedly outside the tent, and then he clearly heard someone suggest to go into the tent to take a look, and Jenkins realized that he was in trouble.
"Why does this always happen to me?"
He hurriedly stood up from the chair, and then took out a robe from the large wooden box left by the bald man behind him and put it on for himself. But before the hood was put on, the curtain was lifted, and Jenkins could only sit down immediately, revealing his face disguised by the black robe.
“Welcome to the old…”
He almost said it was Papa's Antique Store, but fortunately he changed his mouth and coughed a few times in time, and fortunately the girls who entered the door didn't pay attention.
There were six of Britney and her friends, all beautiful girls in their twenties. Six people rushed in happily, and then excitedly looked at the rough interior of the tent.
From Jenkins' point of view, the decoration here is quite casual. The bald man doesn't even have basic sincerity, and he should be waiting to cheat people with the attitude of "willing to take the bait".
But the ladies don't care about that either, they seem to come in just to have fun.
"Sir, what is the price of your divination here?"
asked the tallest, slightly overweight woman with long, beautiful brown hair Jenkins had never seen before.
"Five pence."
Jenkins refrained from speaking, fearing that his speaking style would give him away. He sat upright behind the table, crossed his hands, and looked at the ladies who entered the door with what he thought were calm eyes.
But I don't know, my scrutiny has put great pressure on them. The extremely calm eyes, combined with the strange pressure (God) and chaotic temperament (hidden by the black robe) on his body, made the somewhat nonsense divination tent a lot more serious.
"Divination is 5p for everything?"
asked the black-haired girl standing at the back.
"Yes, all fivepence."
Jenkins nodded, wishing them to leave as soon as possible.
"Then I shall divination love."
The tall lady who was the first to speak said with a smile, and the companions behind her laughed, and the group immediately became a mess.
"Pay first and then divination."
Jenkins said grimly, trying not to look at Britney. Hathaway reminded him when entrusting him that even if the appearance of the face and height and body shape change, it is difficult to change a person's eyes.
"Okay, fivepence."
The tall lady took out 5 coins from her handbag and put them on the table. Jenkins immediately reached out and put them into his palm, and then said casually:
"Your love is very smooth, and the object of your heart will appear within half a year. But you have to be careful to seize the fleeting opportunity. If you miss this time, you will regret it for life."
Jenkins himself didn't know what he said.
"Is that all? Don't you need to use cards? Don't you need this crystal ball? Don't you even need to look at the palm lines?"
asked the shortest lady with red hair, her voice was very high-pitched, not a childish high-pitched voice, but a high-pitched bird song.
"No need, people without skills will use props."
Jenkins found a reason for himself, and then hoped that they would leave soon so that he could have a chance to peek at their course of action.