The concert was held in Hathaway's familiar "Three Violins" club, which is a professional club for music lovers. Hathaway's membership card allows Jenkins and Britney to follow and enter.
The club is located in the eastern part of the city. The economic situation in the eastern part of Nolan is generally better than that in the western part of Nolan. After all, the western part is close to the pier, and most of the people living there are poor people who come from other places to make a living, or sailors who are on the go all day.
After getting off the car at the entrance of the club, the driver keenly observed the suspicious water stains (Note) dripping from the inside of the car, but said nothing.
After entering the door, Jenkins and Britney sat down on the sofa in the front hall and waited, while Hathaway asked if there was a concert now.
The environment here is quite good, and the men and women who occasionally come and go are calm and elegant. After the two of them were seated, there was even a little girl trotting over from the corridor carrying a basket of flowers. Judging from her clothes, this teenage girl is not a flower girl on the street, but a full-time flower girl inside the club.
"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"
There are all kinds of flowers in the girl's basket, and it is summer, so there are more varieties to choose from. Seeing that Britney smiled and said nothing, Jenkins knew he should buy flowers.
He stopped the cat who was looking at the flower basket curiously, then reached out and took out a fiery red rose from the flower basket. In an instant, the sense of touch transmitted from the fingertips to the brain, through the transformation of the strange priesthood in the soul, the whole process of picking this flower from the flower field outside the city and changing hands three times before it appeared here was presented to Jenkins.
He nodded, lamenting the full fertility of Nolan's outskirts flower garden, and then took out another orange tulip from the basket. The distal ends of the petals resemble gold, and the closer they are to the stamens, the darker the color becomes. This ombré tulip, Jenkins saw himself as he traced his source.
He smiled at the girl:
"How much?"
"It's a bit expensive."
The girl pointed at the tulip and said timidly, as if she was a little afraid of Jenkins.
"This morning, the uncle who sent us flowers in a horse-drawn cart gave it to me. He said that he must set the price, but if he can sell it, he can give me half of the cost. This one is 15 pounds .”
Britney on the side was taken aback. An ordinary family of four with two adult laborers might not be able to save so much money a year. Although she comes from a noble family, she is not completely ignorant of money.
Pulling Jenkins' sleeve, shaking his head to signal Jenkins not to buy it, but Jenkins still took out the money from his pocket:
"Here, no more change."
As he said that, he gave the girl two 10-pound notes. The girl didn't dare to accept it at first, but being watched by Jenkins, somehow she gradually felt that he was not so scary. Like a frightened little animal, he took the money from Jenkins, bowed suddenly and almost poured out the flowers in the basket, and left with a blushing face.
"I know you're rich, but that's not how you spend it."
After the girl left Britney around the corner, she reprimanded softly, and then said:
"And the man who sent flowers in a carriage is also weird, he can't be a bad guy, right?"
These days, she knew a lot of Jenkins' "legendary stories" from Hathaway, so it was easy to think that this was another weird thing Jenkins encountered.
"It shouldn't be a bad person. I heard that two pots of tulips were auctioned at a very high price yesterday at the Goldbird Auction House. Maybe this kind of flower is really so valuable."
"I've also heard Hai Wei mention it, but didn't those two potted flowers pass the auction... Maybe the tulips in this season are really precious."
Britney hesitated.
There were two flowers in total, Jenkins gave Britney the tulip, and the red rose to Hathaway. Britney expressed some resentment that what she likes is the flowers, not the price of the flowers, meaning to blame Jenkins for not giving her the rose, but Jenkins immediately said that the color of the tulip matched the color of her beautiful blonde hair very well...
So when Hathaway walked back, she saw Britney looking at Jenkins with a very nasty look. She looked at the two puzzled, and then received Jenkins' red rose.
Jenkins had never been interested in opera, nor in concerts. Therefore, after sitting on the edge of the room with a wooden floor, which looks like a dance practice room, while absent-mindedly listening to the music played by the well-dressed young people surrounded by a circle of seats, while gently stroking the cat on his lap .
When summer comes, chocolate with beautiful hair will occasionally feel hot. But it didn't stay away from Jenkins because it wanted to avoid the heat, but followed him closely like winter. Jenkins sometimes feels that not only is he afraid of losing the cat one day, but the cat he picked up seems to be afraid of losing him too.
He doesn't understand where this feeling comes from, but he just hopes that the cat can accompany him for a longer time. He has already made a decision. When he becomes a god, the girls around him will naturally be transformed into angels or holy spirits, and the cat will also have the opportunity to obtain a permanent life, always by the side of the god of lies.
During the intermission of the concert, Hathaway got up and left temporarily. Jenkins was a little puzzled about where she was going, and didn't even say hello. Then the blushing Britney patted him lightly, and Jenkins suddenly realized.
"I really don't know, do you really not understand, or are you pretending to be confused?"
The blond girl complained in a low voice, the relationship between the two is already the closest, so some words that would make people blush can also be said in private:
"You are all in your twenties, and you are also with us... how can you not even understand this."
Jenkins was speechless, stern and silent. This childish behavior made Brienne laugh, and she liked Jenkins like this.
But Jenkins was actually staring at Hathaway's aura with his eyes, and then saw that she didn't go to the bathroom on the same floor, but went to the third floor, and met Miss Stillwell who had been waiting there. It wasn't just the two of them there, there were also some benefactors Jenkins hadn't seen.
"Isn't this the gathering of the believers of the God of Music? For the upcoming alliance meeting of the Twelve Orthodox Churches? I didn't expect the God of Music's sect to have so many benefactors in the local area. I thought only Hai Where's Sylvie?"
He thought to himself, but he also knew that these people might have come to Nolan recently.
He was very curious about what the people on the floor above his head were talking about, but Britney was by his side, and he couldn't leave.
"You can ask Miss Stewell later, she will definitely tell me."
He thought in his heart, but his uncontrollable curiosity was still strong. At this point the intermission is over and the performance begins again. Britney stared intently at the long-haired girl playing the violin, quite focused on the concert.
Jenkins glanced around quietly to make sure no one was looking directly at him, then reached into his pocket and found a handful of metal charms.
"it is this."
The belly of the finger rubbed the surface of the talisman to distinguish the type through the engraving. After finally finding the "light deflection spell", taking advantage of the moment when the three saxophones were sounding at the same time, the spell was activated to activate [True Phantom] and the black robe at the same time.
If someone is watching here at this moment, they can only see Jenkins' figure swaying for a while, closing his eyes and taking a nap, and then there is an extra person on the back row of seats out of thin air.
Fortunately, no one saw this scene, so Jenkins was able to leave temporarily. Chocolate wanted to follow, but he had to stay behind to cover Jenkins Phantom, who was pretending to be sleeping, so the sensible cat could only sulk.
Going up the stairs to the third floor, there is a man and a woman standing at the top of the stairs, as if guarding the floor. Seeing Jenkins appear from the corner of the stairs, he politely said that the third floor is only open to special members.
"I'm a special member."
he announced, and was allowed to enter.
The third floor is indeed the VIP area of the "Three Violins Club". Even the decoration is much better than the downstairs. The wooden floor of the corridor is covered with an expensive red carpet, and the wall beside it is decorated with beautiful light yellow wall tiles. There are also stylish modern art oil paintings on the walls.
The bestowers of the God of Music gathered in the concert hall on the left corner of the third floor. The door was closed, and there was only a faint golden light as a defensive measure.
If Jenkins' guess is correct, all the believers present should be believers of the God of Music, and their strong hearing is enough for them to distinguish whether someone has broken in.
"Ahem~"
He deliberately coughed twice, then strode to the red solid wood door. Counting silently for three seconds, the door was pushed open from the inside, almost bumping into Jenkins standing in front of the door.
"Sorry... sir, it looks like you weren't invited."
The door was opened by a young woman Jenkins didn't know, dressed in a beautiful blue gauze dress, with butterfly-shaped pins in her short brown hair. Behind her, dozens of women stood up at the same time and looked towards the door. Just now, a group of people were sitting around talking.
"Yeah, I wasn't invited."
Jenkins looked into the room on tiptoe, then nodded slowly in acknowledgment, before introducing himself:
"I am actually a believer in lies."
Normal people would not easily believe it when they heard someone say that rashly. But everyone in the room knew the reputation of the believers of lies in Nolan, so they worried that if they didn't believe it, it was the real "lie" of the believers of lies.
For a while, no one spoke, because no one could tell who the man at the door was. In the end, Miss Stillwell, who was the highest among these people, spoke. She also had a certain degree of disguise, except for her height. , Jenkins barely recognizes her:
"Sorry, sir, whether you are a believer in lies or not, this is our private gathering, can you please not disturb us."
PS: Don’t misunderstand the ice mentioned in the previous chapter.