The driver shyly grabbed his fairly neat hair, bent down and took out a mimeographed newspaper folded in three from the large pocket on the side of his patched clothes.
"Ok, no problem."
Jenkins took the newspaper and saw a black and white photo of a fat man standing in front of Nolan Station waving his hands. This is Mr. Sax Ruto, the current mayor of Nolan.
"Mr. Clark has never appeared since the day of martial law. Now we are struggling to find someone who can help read the newspaper."
He explained with some embarrassment.
Mr. Clark was a kind teacher who would read the newspaper to the coachmen on the way to work every day.
Jenkins didn't answer, but read the text message with the picture.
"Nolan-Pasadena Union Railroad's fundraising success! Mr. Mayor plans to build a new direct train line to Beldyland within three years. By then, the general public will be able to travel for three days and two nights , directly to the capital..."
"That's really great." The driver whispered in admiration, "The days will be better."
After getting out of the carriage, I walked for five minutes along the path in the forest paved with neat stone slabs. Turning the corner, a hospital with white walls appeared in front of me. The cross-shaped decoration on the top of the tallest building seemed to be the holy emblem of [Spirit of All Things].
The entire hospital is surrounded by iron fences with spikes on the top of the railings. The guards guarding the double-opened iron gates did not let Jenkins in immediately. After inquiring about his purpose, he hurried to the main building of the hospital alone.
Jenkins, who was carrying the fruit basket, waited for a while and found that the chocolate was actually on his shoulder.
"Aren't you too quiet? When did you come up?"
Jenkins curled his fingers and scratched its chin, and the kitten squinted and purred in satisfaction.
It was Miss Hesha who came out to meet Jenkins.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
She greeted in a low voice.
No, I saw it last night. There is still a big problem with the things you sold me.
"Can chocolate be brought in?"
Jenkins pointed to the cat politely.
"Of course, isn't it very cute?"
"No, I mean hygiene... no, nothing."
This is not that era anymore.
The hospital is very quiet, and the environment here is much better than that of Nolan Fifth Public Hospital. The walls of the corridor are painted with white paint, and portraits of various ages are neatly arranged.
Occasionally, there will be gentlemen and ladies who come out of the room. They are all dressed in serious and decent clothes, with their chests raised and their heads raised, and there is no joy or sadness on their faces.
"Good afternoon, Lord William."
She smiled and said hello, repeating the word "baron."
"Please don't call me that. Father told me that a Baron of Honor is not a nobleman at all."
He replied embarrassedly.
"But compared to me... let's not talk about this, congratulations Jenkins. But according to general social etiquette, visiting a patient should bring a bouquet of flowers, not fruit in an ugly basket. Although I have to admit, you put it very well. pretty."
The two walked and talked, but she refused to make eye contact with Jenkins.
"Little Hesha..."
"Ahem."
"Hathaway, I'm allergic to flowers, yes, mentally allergic. I planned to bring some eggs and milk, but the aunt who sold the eggs said that my brain was broken. The driver told me that if you don't want to buy flowers, you can buy some fruit OK."
"Eggs and milk?"
The red-haired girl covered her mouth and laughed softly, "I now believe that you have never dated girls of the same age. Otherwise, you should know some basic social etiquette."
The two walked inward along the long corridor. The girl pushed open the wooden door closest to the stairs, and Jenkins walked in directly.
"Good afternoon, Mihai..."
This is a utility room.
Hathaway closed the door of the room behind her. Since there were no windows, the room suddenly became dark.
"what are you up to?"
he asked in a little panic.
"Say something."
She bent down and took out a brand new oil lamp behind the stacked damaged hospital beds, twisted it a few times, and the oil lamp lit up. It turned out that it had been prepared.
"Thank you again for saving me that night."
He stared at Jenkins' eyes and said calmly, his cheeks flushed in the pale yellow firelight.
"You're welcome, you're my friend."
Put the fruit basket on the floor, and sit on the broken chair with the chocolate in your arms.
"But I want to remind you that your friend in the black robe is not a kind person either. He is still on the wanted list."
"I know, but he's also my friend."
Both fell silent, Jenkins having a gift for talking to death.
Hathaway looked up and saw the coquettish cat in Jenkins's arms, and reminded: "Did you know that the saint also appeared that night. And he also has a cat, a pure black cat, which is said to be similar to the chocolate variety .”
"Is that so? But chocolate is not a very precious cat breed, and it doesn't matter if it looks like some."
He hehe smiled.
"Jenkins, can you be serious, we are discussing very important issues. You are really not suitable to be a gifter. How can a fool like you come into contact with the darkest darkness in this world? The sage should bless you You, never meet bad people in your life."
The girl brought it up again, but Jenkins couldn't take it seriously because the holy man was him.
"Thank you. But it is my honor to be the bestower."
The girl turned her face and looked at the broken iron pulley on the hospital bed.
"If one day you are in danger, I will also save you."
Although Jenkins usually has low EQ when facing the ladies, the closed environment seems to have locked the lost EQ at this moment, and he also felt that the atmosphere was not right.
"Thanks."
It seems that the lock is not enough.
Hathaway looked at Jenkins strangely, then sighed, took out a spar from her bosom and threw it to him.
"your."
The crystal stone is crystal clear, even if it is sold as a handicraft, it can be sold at a good price. In the very center, a small black flame was burning quietly.
"This is the fire seed of the demon flame that was left in place after you killed that demon that night."
"Wait, haven't we been together all the time, how did you charge?"
The spar itself is very warm, I don't know if it's its own characteristics, or the girl's body temperature.
"Don't worry about it. In short, this is yours. I don't take other people's things."
In fact, Jenkins also dropped the black flame when he dealt with the first demon at the back door of the church, but no one paid attention to it at the time. I don't know who got the better of it in the end, maybe it was taken away by the church.