The night was coming to an end, and although the eastern sky was still groggy, according to Jenkins' estimation, within half an hour to an hour, the first rays of the morning sun would shine on Nolan.
After confirming that the bestowers of the Ocean Temple had recovered the fisherman's body, Jenkins left the pier area and dealt with the gang members who traded contraband—those cigarettes—in the dark alley, and had already walked near his home. .
The cat had been in a sleep-wake cycle all night, and now that it sensed that it was going home, it jumped off Jenkins' shoulder, and ran like a rabbit to the fork on the left leading to St. George's Avenue. It squatted at the intersection and looked back at Jenkins pitifully, as if asking why Jenkins didn't go home. Jenkins could only pick up the cat that was lying on the ground and refused to leave, and assured him that they would go home as soon as possible.
It wasn't long before dawn, and Jenkins planned to solve one more thing, no matter what it was, and then flew directly to the evergreen forest to meet the dragon.
He aimlessly walked along the straight road from west to east, his eyes scanned the storefronts on the street, and he caught Hathaway's inspiration within a few steps. The location of Lingguang is not far away underground, Jenkins calculated the location, it should be the underground training ground of Mr. Ink Club.
Mr. Ink Club is a gun practice club introduced by Dad to Jenkins. It is between formal and informal, and it was established by believers of the pseudo-gun god.
"It's strange that Hathaway is practicing guns so early. Don't ladies like to use enough sleep to ensure their skin is fair and tender?"
Suspiciously, he walked into the alley where the entrance of the club was located, and after showing his membership certificate, he also entered the underground training ground. It was still late at night, and there were not many people in the training ground. With the help of his own eyes, Jenkins quickly found Hathaway's approximate location.
She was not there by herself, but with Miss Windsor.
"Um?"
This combination was unexpected to Jenkins, so he walked to a corner and stood silently without saying hello, wanting to see what the two ladies were doing here so late.
Although they were in the firearms training ground, neither Hathaway nor Miss Windsor held a gun. They both wore simple protective gear outside the clothes that facilitated movement, and held swords respectively. The lighting here is fine, and the gas lamps are a good indication that the two swords are sharpened.
Miss Windsor likes sword weapons. Jenkins knows that there is a sword in her carriage; although Hathaway is proficient in music-related abilities, she also has a sword as a weapon. Jenkins, as Mr. Candle, It was sold to her in exchange for the chain ability of [My God is Here].
Jenkins didn't hear the previous conversation, but when he came here, the two should have been talking for a long time.
"...I can't allow it, it's absolutely not allowed."
This was Hathaway's voice. She simply tied her long red hair behind her head, and that white shirt with tufted sleeves made her look exceptionally capable.
"I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just telling you the truth. Of course it's unethical for me to do it, but you know I have to."
Miss Windsor replied that her hair was not tied up, but was pinned up with many hairpins, and she wore a dark shirt under the protective gear, and brown lace-up boots on her feet.
About the alliance between Miss Windsor and Jenkins, Jenkins has already told Hathaway, and he also told Hathaway that he decided to fight for the throne, and plans to find time for Hathaway, Britney, Dolores and Alexia met. But logically speaking, Miss Windsor and Hathaway have no intersection, and the relationship between the two is limited to the fact that Jenkins took them to a banquet together.
"You liar, thief."
Hathaway reprimanded loudly. She probably thought that there was no one in the underground firearms training ground at this time, so she spoke unceremoniously.
"Do you know how long and how much work it took me to make him what he is now?"
As he spoke, he took the sword and stepped towards Miss Windsor, and then slashed down fiercely. Her movements were not fast, and Miss Windsor easily held her sword with the weapon in her hand. But Hathaway's strength is very strong, at least as a gifter, she is much stronger than ordinary women. Miss Windsor's face turned red, and it was obvious that she couldn't take it anymore.
"You know what he was like when I first met him?"
Hathaway took a step back and took a sword flower in her hand, stabbed the sword forward, easily broke through Miss Windsor's defense, and stabbed a small hole in her armpit clothes. Miss Windsor quickly backed away and knocked Hathaway's sword aside, but Hathaway pressed forward step by step, and the swords of the two clashed a few times between them. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jenkins thought he saw sparks.
"I repeat, I know what I'm doing is unethical."
Miss Windsor said while barely parrying, maybe she is a master of swordsmanship, but Hathaway's strength, speed and reaction are far beyond her, and the few swordsmanship she has learned are not enough to smooth out the disadvantages caused by the huge difference in attributes .
"That's why I tell you what I do instead of just doing it."
Her voice was bright and clear, without the slightest affectation, and she swung the sword vigorously from up to down with both hands, but Hathaway just lifted it up with one hand, and blocked the counterattack that Miss Windsor had finally made.
"I can allow him to find other women because he told me on his own initiative, and there is nothing I can do about it. But it doesn't mean that I really hope that idiot who likes cats has more close girls!"
The red-haired girl with her hair tied behind her head stabbed forward again, which also only cut a small hole in the clothes around Miss Windsor's waist. Hathaway retracted her sword gracefully, turned her body around, and then quickly thought of hitting three swords ahead like a sword dance. Miss Windsor barely blocked the first sword, and deflected the second sword with the iron wrist guard, but the third But the sword couldn't stop it, and Hathaway pointed the tip of the sword directly at her throat.
Hathaway gave a "hum~" with her nose, then took a step back with her sword, and made another attack preparation action:
"I managed to turn Jenkins into what it is now, how could it be possible for you to pick it up for nothing?"
The red-haired lady also held a sword with both hands this time, and Miss Windsor held her breath and stared at her wrist.
"You know, it's for our union."
"Hmph, I also know about your cooperation, but are you cooperating in **?"