"Why would you rashly participate in such an event? Not to mention whether your friends are reliable, B-type extraordinary events themselves have unpredictable risks. I remember you said to me personally that you always think that B-type extraordinary and There is not much difference between Type A monsters, but the side effects are a little smaller. This time, why are you so careless?"
After listening to Hathaway's "story", Jenkins tried his best to keep his tone as harsh as possible, to disassociate himself from this matter. In fact, he really wanted to hug his beloved girl and comfort her, but he couldn't let Hathaway know that he was a "believer of lies". He didn't need to let Hathaway be afraid because of him.
Hathaway was not angry because of Jenkins' accusation, and kept her head down for a while without speaking, only then did Jenkins realize that she was actually crying. So he hugged the girl immediately, whispered comforting words of love, making the squatting cat curl its lips uncontrollably.
Hathaway just went to visit Britney who was confined at home. Although the last four explorers in the story escaped safely, she was still worried that the game would harm Britney.
Fortunately, the rules in the rule book are all true, and Mr. Corpse didn't play tricks on it. Britney has always been at home, has no memory of any adventure, or any strange feeling. So Hathaway's object of worry became Jenkins. She still remembered that when the writer left the scene, she had a curse on her body.
"I don't have any abnormalities other than that nightmare, Hathaway, just rest assured, don't worry about me."
He said so.
"It's fine that you are all fine. If time can go back, I will never touch [the story of the story] again."
The red-haired teen leaned on Jenkins' shoulder and realized the cat was looking at her. This kind of look made her somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she saw it for a while.
"Jenkins..."
She said softly, clutching Jenkins' right hand with her left hand.
"Do you have time before dinner?"
Hathaway asked softly.
"Have time."
Jenkins replied.
Hathaway nodded slightly, and drew a circle in Jenkins' palm with her fingers:
"Well, why don't you come and see me—I'll show you something interesting."
(Chocolate is running... )
The evening in Ruen was very peaceful, and the people who had been working hard all day finally finished their day's work. Even though the city has encountered two major riots within half a month, it still cannot prevent people from going home happily.
In the living room on the second floor of the manor on the outskirts of the city, Jenkins' figure gradually solidified. The cat standing on the balcony railing watching the sunset immediately ran over.
Jenkins had left him at Loon in the afternoon, and the cat had been waiting for Jenkins to return.
"It's time for dinner, and Dolores said the kitchen got some scallops. You'll probably like them, and so will your cat."
Alexia entered the living room from the corridor at this time. Seeing that Jenkins' face was not right, she rubbed her nose and sniffed, then tilted her head and thought for a while:
"It's been a good afternoon, hasn't it?"
The short lady laughed.
"Um… "
Jenkins didn't know how to speak, it was not right to stand still, or not to go.
Alexia smiled, and exited the living room with the book in her arms, as if heading towards the study. Jenkins thought she was angry, and it was definitely not an illusion.
"Want to hear my story? Had a great day."
He hurried to catch up and said.
"I'm not curious about how you behave in/in bed."
"No, I'm talking about today's game and the Titan. I also put away Mr. Corpse's corpse. It's in the basement of my house now. Would you like to take a look? It will be very interesting..."
Jenkins could confirm that she was genuinely angry.
So after dinner that day, Jenkins specially asked Alexia to watch a play in a theater in the city. It doesn't matter what show they are watching, what matters is that this is one of the few solo dates the two have.
Jenkins wanted Alexia to feel better, who didn't really care what he did that afternoon. Of course, solo nights are still fun, and Alexia feels happier if Jenkins isn't bringing chocolate.
When Nolan saw Hathaway again the next day, Jenkins also talked about Alexia's displeasure, which she thought was normal.
"If it were me, I would be very upset. Jenkins, since you are determined to like multiple girls at the same time, you must be prepared to face this kind of thing."
The red-haired lady said, pointing to Jenkins' chest, then slapped his hand off her shoulder and sat across from him.
"Speaking of which, when are you coming back? I plan to visit Britney with you."
"I don't know exactly when I will be able to return to Nolan. You also know that there was another riot in Loen this Tuesday. The church is very likely to think that the Loen Diocese lacks enough strong people, so they arranged for me to stay there. longer."
he explained.
"Strong? Arrange for you?"
Hathaway frowned and asked, not understanding the logic.
"Yeah, I..."
Only then did he remember that he hadn't told Hathaway that he was the Holy Son of the Church.
"What about me? Jenkins, are you hiding something from me?"
The red-haired lady asked strangely.
The two were sitting opposite each other in a separate box in the restaurant. Speaking of which, Hathaway sat up from the chair, then walked in front of Jenkins and hugged him, almost looking into his eyes.
Jenkins held his breath to prevent his heart from beating too fast to be noticed by the other party.
"Yes, actually I'm not a Level 4 Gifter now, I'm a Level 5 Gifter."
he admitted.
"You told me about it."
The red-haired lady looked into his eyes and said.
"Yes, I said... I mean... this... okay."
He nodded determinedly, helped Hathaway's waist to make her stand up from a position where she was almost lying on top of him, then stood up himself, walked to the window, and looked at Nolan from the height of the third floor.
Yesterday's heavy rain and earthquake did not leave much mark on the city. The seismic quality of the houses in the downtown area and the drainage system of the street played an excellent role, but his home, which is the dock area west of St. George's Avenue, was not. It was a mess, because there were many houses that were knocked down by the first wave of strong earthquakes. Now, in addition to the busy porters and sailors watching in spring, there are also a large number of construction workers gathered there. This spring, Nolan's Quayside will be busier than usual.
"I did hide some things, yes, actually..."
He didn't want to pose for the window, just to turn his back on Hathaway so that she couldn't see the expression on his face:
"Actually, I am the Holy Son of the Church."