And so comes Friday, the fourteenth day of the Moon of Stars and the Long Night.
The morning sun shines through the thin white mist into the houses on the peaceful St. George Street. After the glass filters out some light, the restaurant has to turn on the gas lamp to maintain the daily brightness.
The girls in pajamas sat around the dining table with Jenkins, eating a hearty breakfast prepared by the maid. Jenkins was still a little uncomfortable with having so many people in his family at breakfast time, but his reason told him that there would be more people in the future.
As usual, he was checking letters and newspapers while eating, and he also told the girls that today he was going to meet the two old dukes of his country.
There was no big news in the newspaper. The three kings and the delegation of the Twelve Orthodox Churches had already taken up two-thirds of the newspaper. As for those letters, since Jenkins returned to Loen, the number of letters has increased day by day. Now it is not just the letters from readers forwarded by the publishing house. All kinds of nobles and large factory owners he does not know like to send letters to him.
"Queen Isabella, I want to invite Dolores' father to meet with the Kingdom of the South to discuss state affairs..."
He read the news in the newspaper:
"But before the three kings meet, Queen Isabella will meet alone first, especially with the proud Tarquin, which will determine the direction of the future war."
"Aren't these all pre-determined? Speaking of which, what happened to the assassin yesterday, who was trying to assassinate you?"
Hathaway was concerned.
Jenkins has not heard what happened next, but an hour later, Dad told him the outcome of the incident:
"The church did a targeted divination, and then immediately arrested people. This incident has nothing to do with supernatural power, it is completely a conspiracy of politicians and careerists. The church has put pressure on the king and parliament of Cheslan, and they will admit it This incident was planned by the restless people in China, and I will apologize to you at that time."
"In this way, wouldn't it be the Church putting pressure on the main fighters of the Cheslan Kingdom?"
"Yes, so the proud man from the southern country not only does not object, but also agrees."
The church killed two birds with one stone. On the one hand, it found an excuse to support the king who opposed the war, and on the other hand, it also took revenge on the murderer.
"So this matter is perfectly resolved, right? Then let's talk about what happened last night, Dad, I heard that the Church of Death captured a gearsmith last night..."
Jenkins leaned on the counter, looking relaxed.
"No, it's not over yet."
Father interrupted him:
"Vektom is dead."
"who?"
Jenkins didn't react for a while, and then he remembered that it was the young man who invited Alexia to dance at the ball, and Jenkins pulled him behind him to block the gun on the pier.
"died?"
He frowned, and changed his posture behind the counter:
"It was obviously shot in the shoulder, and he was sent to the doctor in time, but he died? Could it be that the bullet was poisoned? Or was it tetanus?"
"No, it has nothing to do with bullets."
The old man looked at Jenkins with a worried expression:
"It was assassinated while recuperating at home."
This incident was not published in the newspapers, and Viktorm was also the heir to the kingdom. Although the inheritance rank is very low, it is also related to the face of the country. At such an important moment, the royal family pressured the newspaper to not publish any news related to it.
But this does not mean that this matter will not be investigated, and from the motive of the murder, Jenkins was the first to be suspected.
When the Carfax Yard police actually came to Papa's Antiques looking for Jenkins, he believed he must have had a funny look on his face.
But the fact is that at the dance two days ago, Jenkins had an argument with Viktorm about the dance partner in front of many people. On the pier a day ago, although the cat's actions were out of control, Viktorm was unfortunately shot because of Jenkins' cat.
No matter how you look at it, he is really very suspicious.
"Viscount, this is just a routine investigation, you don't have to be nervous."
Detective Vivendi, who was sent to question Jenkins, was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a big beard. While scolding his boss in his heart, he took out a small notebook to record. Whether or not Jenkins Williams really had anything to do with it, it wasn't a good idea to ask him.
As Jenkins's royal status, even the highest official of Carfax Field, it would be very difficult to say that he doubted him, so this matter was pushed back and forth, and a police detective was sent to question him.
This at least shows that Carfax Field does not believe that Jenkins killed Viktorm, so it does not attach importance to his inquiry.
"Where were you last night?"
asked the uniformed detective, but before Jenkins could open his mouth, he began to write and draw in his notebook.
"Last night I..."
He glanced at the old man, who was reading the newspaper and had no intention of speaking. Jenkins did kill someone last night, and he still hasn't let anyone know his whereabouts.
"I was home last night."
"Can anyone prove it? Oh, I'm just asking, not doubting you."
The middle-aged police detective Vivendi also believed in "justice" and "fairness" when he was young, so he joined the team at the Carfax Field. He wasn't afraid of authority, but the young and excessive member of the royal family in front of him didn't look like a murderer no matter what. He thought that he was here to offend others, so he was extra polite when he spoke.
"Proof? Yes, I was at home last night, yes, at home. Then there were three ladies at home..."
Vivendi's eyelids moved, and he continued to scold his boss in his heart. He thought he had heard something he shouldn't have heard.
"If necessary, I can find them to prove what I said."
Jenkins added.
Of course, the police detectives would not question the daughters of Earl Hessa and Marquis Mihail's family, let alone the personal maid of a foreign princess. He still has his senses and cherishes his career. Therefore, I learned of Jenkins' movements last night, and then asked some unimportant questions, let Jenkins confirm that his record was correct and signed it, and then left.
The father watched all this from behind the counter, and waited for the police detective to leave before saying:
"You were definitely not home last night."
"I didn't kill anyone!"
He immediately said that the cat beside him lazily yawned with its little paws in its mouth, looking forward to something interesting happening on a boring day.
"Of course I know that you can't kill Viktorm, but you have to be careful about it. Anyway, don't let you get involved with the death of other heirs, it will tarnish your reputation. But don't worry too much, The church still has some influence on newspapers.”
The old man looked down at the newspaper, his voice was very low but very imposing:
"Even if someone really wants you to be entangled in this matter, the newspaper will also clear your name."
PS: victim: n. victim