"Then I'll come too."
Hearing Jenkins' "confident" answer, the high-pitched lady also walked to the table and gave Jenkins 5p.
"Your road to love is bumpy. Please reject any admirers within two years. True love will appear after two years."
Jenkins said.
"And what about us?"
The two ladies who didn't speak except Britney asked together. They looked very similar and should be twins, but only one of them opened his handbag while talking.
"Don't trust those men with outstanding looks, what suits you is an ordinary-looking but talented young man. Yes, the other one is the same."
He was too lazy to make up inexplicable words, and he regretted choosing to hide here very much.
After the two similar-looking ladies backed away, Britney also walked up to the table and gave Jenkins 5p like friends.
"I knew it would be like this... When I see Hathaway in the evening, I must tell her about it, and she will definitely laugh at me."
He collected the money with a straight face, then coughed and said:
"You've already found love, so why ask me?"
Immediately the twins behind Britney began whispering, and Jenkins, with his excellent hearing, caught Hathaway's name.
"I have found it?"
Britney asked back, with some hesitation on her face.
Jenkins didn't speak immediately, but twitched his fingers, Goldilocks gave him a look, but this time there was no change, Jenkins said he could give the change, Britney didn't ask for the change, but let him complete the sentence.
"Yes, the future predicted by your love is quite complicated. It is a different love from ordinary people. But it is quite happy and happy. You don't need to worry about it. Fate loves you, ma'am. This is what many people dream of."
He didn't dare to speak too clearly, fearing that he would expose himself. But unexpectedly, Britney noticed the lazy cat lying next to Jenkins, and thought of Jenkins by accident, so she took out a 1 shilling bill from her bag and gave it to him:
"I also want to do a divination for my friend. His name is Jenkins Williams, a 21-year-old man born in Nolan. Since you can do divination without any conditions, please tell me."
Jenkins put away the banknote without changing his face, knowing that this issue is very critical, and if he says the wrong thing, it may arouse suspicion. Brienne may not have imagined that the hooked-nosed man in front of him was Jenkins, but it was still possible to suspect that he had sent him.
"Jenkins Williams... seems to have heard the name somewhere. He..."
He took a deep breath and saw the scrutiny in Britney's eyes:
"He was ill-fated, and noble, yes, very noble."
This was an obvious mistake. Jenkins Williams was a real son of a commoner.
"He has an unrestrained personality, likes to socialize with beautiful ladies, and is a playboy."
This is also wrong. Jenkins believes that although he behaves like a scumbag, he is still very conservative and traditional inside.
"He's so talented, so talented."
There must always be some "divination" that fits Jenkins' true characteristics, otherwise every item is wrong, and Britney will definitely be suspicious.
"So, this is a typical aristocratic young man of noble birth, maybe some kind of prince. The result of my divination is like this."
He pretended to be a profound ending, but Brienne didn't even look at him. After thanking him, she seemed to run away, turned around and left with her friends.
"So am I overdoing it?"
Sitting behind the table with no expression on his face, his distorted face was printed on the crystal ball next to the cat.
After Britney and his party left the divination tent, they walked around like ordinary girls who came to play, and then went to the towers in the center of the camp.
These towers were built by unscrupulous merchants who stored wood here in summer, autumn and winter, and each tower was rented out separately. In the memory of the original owner, the Church of the Sages rented one of them when Jenkins was 9 years old, and sold books printed by the church cheaply for the purpose of missionary work.
But this year, these towers are all rented out to private individuals. According to Jenkins' impression of going around in advance, the tower the ladies went to should be dedicated to selling cheap spices.
The ingredients of those spices are suspicious. They do smell fragrant, but they also have a pungent and weird smell. This is definitely not a natural ingredient, more like a by-product of the chemical industry that is roughed up and sold.
So don’t worry about these spices, it’s also related to the [Smell and Appreciation Committee], because those people make high-end products, and making these low-quality products is an insult to them.
"So what are Britney and the others trying to do?"
He looked up at the aura of the spell on Britney, and watched it spin upwards, which meant that Britney was climbing the stairs.
The group of people probably stayed on the third floor, and then stopped moving. And just when Jenkins was thinking about whether he should get closer, or whether now is enough, a new aura appeared, which was purple representing destiny.
"oh?"
The brightness of the aura was quite strong, suppressing the luster of the charm on Britney's body like a purple sun. This is definitely on the level of numbered items, and even pretty strong numbered items.
"How is this going?"
He couldn't sit still immediately, although Hathaway didn't ask for it, but as the girls' lover, he was obliged to keep them away from any danger. Jenkins didn't know what that was, but Britney and her friends were ordinary people, and anything to do with the extraordinary was risky.
"Coincidentally... coconut, don't sleep, come with me!"
The cat didn't know when it kicked the crystal ball aside, and lay down on the cushion where the crystal ball was originally placed. He stood up reluctantly when he heard Jenkins speak, and then saw his figure and face change rapidly, and finally turned into a woman about Britney's height.
She is also in her twenties, but with a stern face, Chocolate unconsciously thinks of the mother of the three brothers William.
"Change it for me!"
He said to his cat, and the cat immediately began to transform. Its body size became slightly smaller, and the color of its fur became lighter rapidly, and finally all the hair became light white, only the ear area on the head had gray hair. This is a typical Scottish fold cat.
"It's good, it's getting good."
He patted his well-behaved cat, instead of putting it on his shoulder, he hugged it up, like a noble girl treating her pet.
Then he walked out of the tent naturally, and he did not forget to put a wooden sign for suspension of business in front of the tent door. Then he walked towards the tower where Britney was, and he quickly disappeared in the bustling crowd.
Since it didn't look suspicious, Jenkins entered the tower smoothly. Pretending to be a guest, he walked up the stairs, checking the spices in the jars from time to time.
There was no problem going from the first floor to the second floor, but on the stairs leading to the third floor, he was politely stopped by two men with their handles on the stairs.
"Excuse me, miss, do you have an invitation letter?"
"Invitation card?"
Jenkins asked back.
"Yes, the owner here only entertains ladies with invitations to go upstairs, where the spices are more expensive."
Of course, Jenkins did not have an invitation letter. After expressing appropriate curiosity, he retreated back to the second floor. After waiting for a few minutes, he saw another group of stylishly dressed ladies go upstairs. What was displayed was not a paper invitation, but something like a pendant.
"interesting."
Thinking like this, he lowered his head and picked up a small stone from under his feet and held it in his palm, and then walked up the stairs generously:
"I found the invitation letter. Look, this is the invitation letter."
He showed the stone in his hand to the guards. They carefully checked the stone one by one, and then moved away from the stairway, welcoming Jenkins to continue going up.
The area of the third floor is the same as that of the second floor, but the space is not divided by wooden walls, so it looks very spacious. A lot of people had already come up, and at a glance, they were all young girls, and some of them Jenkins still knew. He had seen these people when he attended the reading salon and ball invited by Hathaway before.
"So what exactly is this going to do."
Because he was a "stranger", Jenkins was very cautious not to talk to anyone, but stood in a corner closer to Britney, and then began to search for the thing with the purple aura.
But probably because the cat he was holding was so cute, it didn’t take long before someone came to talk to him, and then five or six girls stood beside Jenkins, talking to him about the details of raising cats and the breed of pet cats.
Now it's not just Jenkins, even the cat being hugged is unhappy.
But it wasn't without its benefits, at least Jenkins figured out that this was an auction for things that weren't convenient for public display.
And the girls who can come here are mostly from prominent backgrounds and have nothing to do, just like Britney. The dazzling purple aura that Jenkins saw just now should also be one of the items for sale, but for some unknown reason, the aura disappeared again after getting closer.
Jenkins recorded what he saw and heard in his mind, preparing to report to Hathaway at night. The waiting time was not long, because he wasted a lot of time trying to find a way to get along.
The auction started soon, and all kinds of exotic items were sold one after another.
These auction items are very interesting, they are not worth much, although most of them are some common daily necessities, such as a red high-heeled shoe with only one left, a handkerchief with a hole scratched, and a broken bronze mirror, but each item There is a story behind it all.
This is not a deception, but these items are really accompanied by stories. At least when Jenkins listened to those narrations, the priesthood of [lie] never suggested a lie.
Girls bought these things for collections because of those stories and morals, or just liked those stories; while the auctioneers tried their best to collect these strange items and sold them at high prices.
This is a virtuous circle. Although it is a bit unreasonable to use stories to win women's tears and gold pounds, it is indeed not illegal, and it is not against morality in Jenkins' view. From his point of view, there is nothing wrong with Britney participating in this kind of activity, but he doesn't know what Hathaway will think.