"Meow~"
Chocolate rolled over on Jenkins' lap, allowing Jenkins to scratch its belly.
"[Death and the end] The undead knights of the church, did they use this thing to perform rituals and transform into that special form?"
Looking at the black flames against the light of the oil lamp, there is indeed a different charm.
"How can it be so simple? This is just the core material of the blue alien ability in the chain ability. Oh, you haven't heard of it, the blue ability represents the alien, which is very precious knowledge."
Hathaway sighed softly: "White foundation, red combat, yellow spells, golden magic, blue aliens, and purple, the legendary destiny. I really don't know how many secrets the bestowers have!"
"Purple Fate?"
Asking knowingly again.
"Yes, I know a gentleman whose soul emblem is purple. He is very powerful, ruthless, good at hiding, and very decisive in his shots. He will never smile silly when talking about gods."
"Why don't I know that I'm killing people like hemp?"
Jenkins slandered, with an expression of admiration on his face.
"What's the use of this thing?"
He shook the spar in his hand.
"It is said to be absorbed directly after being smashed. It is said that it can promote the evolution of flame-like abilities. I don't know about the others."
She explained irresponsibly, reaching out to touch the chocolate, but was immediately dodged.
"It is said?"
"In this era, there are very few recorded demons. I only found some clues by looking through some ancient books with improper origins. Those damn ancient texts are really hard to understand. But someone in the black market should be interested in this thing, It's not common after all."
"I know this, the brokers in the black market have mentioned this matter, but I think this may also be the purchase of [Death and the End] Church..."
He nodded slightly, and revealed the matter, thoughtfully.
"How is Mademoiselle Michael? I hope the devil hasn't hurt her."
"She is fine and has no injuries. This is really a blessing from God. Oh~ I will definitely persuade her to completely give up the search for those mysterious knowledge. To be honest, she does not have the potential to become a gifter."
If the two of them came out of the utility room together and were seen, it would be unclear. Jenkins coughed first, and gently opened the door to reveal a gap for the chocolate to come out. After two cat meows came from outside, the young gentleman and lady came out generously.
Miss Michael's ward was on the third floor, and Hathaway asked Jenkins to wait outside the door, and she went in first to see how her friend was doing.
"Mister sir!"
Someone was tugging at the corner of Jenkins' clothes. He looked down and saw a little girl carrying a khaki satchel. No, although she is not tall, she has a mature face, so she should be called a lady.
The straps of her satchel were so long that the bag almost fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?"
There is no black light on the girl's body, but there are 12 light spots.
"Sir, can you lend me some money?"
She looked up at Jenkins, her face serious.
"A liar again?"
This is Jenkins' first reaction.
"How much?"
"Five pence."
You can be sure that you are not a liar, because the level 6 gifter came to cheat money, and he definitely wouldn't just cheat 5 pence.
Without asking why, he took out five copper coins from his pocket and put them in the little girl's palm.
"Thank you, I'll pay you back!"
As she spoke, she stomped on her little black leather shoes and ran down the stairs.
"strangeness."
Jenkins was muttering in his heart, and was called into the room by the red-haired girl.
It was a room larger than Jenkins' living room, no, more like a bedroom. Facing the door is a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, and a brass-colored gas lamp hangs on the wall beside it.
Miss Michel was standing in front of the window wearing a short skirt, lowering her head and fiddling with a complex mechanical creation.
She turned a gear hard, and after a click, the originally rectangular bronze box became a cross shape, and a sharp blade was exposed at one end.
"Mr. Williams, good afternoon!"
She seemed to be in a good mood, and Hathaway returned to her weak appearance again, standing quietly beside her.
"I'm relieved to see that you're fine, those damned heretics, the sage will definitely punish them!"
As he spoke, he put the fruit basket on the cabinet beside the bed. There was already a vase of white lilies and a stack of pink envelopes.
"My luck was very good. The gentlemen from the police station found the manor in time. I didn't expect Little Wellington to believe in evil gods."
After finishing speaking, she sighed again: "But my friends didn't have such good luck. If my father didn't ask me to stay here and not go out, I should have attended many funerals these days."
While speaking, she folded her hands on her chest and prayed in a low voice, but Jenkins did not speak.
"I will be more cautious in the future."
She looked at the item in her hand regretfully, and threw it to the bed. This is just an ordinary creation, but the craftsmanship and ideas of the craftsman are outstanding.
"Britney, it's not your fault."
Hathaway comforted softly.
"Papa Oliver advised me a long time ago, and maybe he's right."
The girl felt a little lonely, but Jenkins thought it was a good thing. For this noble lady, it was safe to stay away from the benefactor and those weird creations. Safe for all.
Miss Michael liked chocolate too, but chocolate hated being touched by anyone but Jenkins. She shook her head with a smile, turned around and said to the quiet girl behind her:
"Hathaway, can you help me get some tea? By the way, I need some goat's milk. Kittens can't drink milk."
Jenkins frowned immediately: "But I..."
"Meow~"
"Oh, chocolate is a different special cat breed, so drinking milk is no problem!"
Mademoiselle Michael added.
There were only two people and a cat left in the room, and Jenkins didn't know what to talk about for a while.
"Father recently purchased a batch of new antiques. Among them is a gold coin whose provenance cannot be found. We all suspect that this is not an item from this era."
"is that so?"
She didn't show any expression of interest, but gently brushed her golden hair with her hands.
"Mr. Williams, I have a question I want to ask you."
"Please say."
I felt a little uneasy, but he didn't do anything to hurt this lady, so it should be fine.
"Do you have a lady you like? Although your face is very young, you are older than me and Hathaway, right?"
"not yet."
Jenkins showed an embarrassing expression. Recently, he was afraid to go back to his home on Privet Drive, and Mary's enthusiasm for urging marriage was increasing day by day.