Jenkins naturally would not agree, but Williams Sr. threatened not to add his name to the will, and Jenkins could only be forced to start this "last vacation".
— and then Jenkins becomes Jenkins.
He hesitantly walked to the door of the house, first pushed open the gate of the fence in the yard, then walked up the steps, and knocked on the door under the awning.
It's not that there is no key to the door, it's just that the original owner doesn't like to open the door and always knocks no matter how late it is.
"I'm back."
He said awkwardly to the middle-aged woman who opened the door.
Today is a working day, Jenkins' father is still in the mining company, and his younger brother is still in class. The only eldest brother has already moved to live in the school, and Jenkins is the only idler in the family.
"It's good to be back, come in quickly, we will have dinner soon."
Mary Williams, with a loving smile, gave Jenkins a big hug. Instead of asking what he was doing at the bishop's place, she quickly asked the maid at home to bring Jenkins home clothes and shoes.
Although they are middle class, the Williams family is also the wealthiest group in the middle class. In a situation that Jenkins can't understand, the old Williams grabbed wealth that normal people can't imagine.
"There is a big doubt, and we will investigate this point later."
Jenkins mentally reminded himself, then changed with the help of a middle-aged woman in an apron.
In addition to the hired cooks and maids at home, Jenkins' younger brother also has a tutor. The former two were hired from the "Nolan City Home Economics Center" through someone's introduction, and the old gentleman in the latter was the former teacher of Brother Jenkins.
It's not clear from memory how much they were paid, but it shouldn't be less than the job Jenkins just got.
Every facet of the family is alive and well, except Jenkins.
Before returning to his room to rest, the head of the family, Robert Williams, returned with his youngest son, John Williams.
"Oh, Jenkins is back."
The middle-aged man handed the briefcase to the maid on the side, changed his shoes, and then stepped forward to give Jenkins a big hug who stood up.
"How was last night with the Bishop of Parode? Little Jenkins won't be reprimanded?"
There was a big smile on his face. Although the original owner was inferior to his brother in every aspect, the love Robert gave to the three brothers was the same.
"Well enough."
Jenkins nodded unaccustomed, feeling very embarrassed and unable to refuse.
"I'm Jenkins Williams."
He kept telling himself in his heart that although he felt like a thief who stole someone else's identity, he really liked this identity.
The family sat down in the restaurant after being asked by Mary Williams to wash their hands. The cutlery in front of them was mostly silver, a relatively recent habit of the Williametts. From this alone, it can be seen how much gold pounds Robert has earned from the mining company.
"Please wait first."
Before everyone ate, Jenkins stood up and signaled that he had something to announce.
"I ran into the Bishop of Parode last night and stayed with him overnight. The bishop said a lot to me, although I still don't understand most of it."
He stroked his hair embarrassedly, and Mary smiled and encouraged him to continue.
"Although I didn't understand most of it, the bishop was right. I have grown up and can't live like this anymore."
"Oh, Goddess is here!"
Mary exclaimed and drew a complex square symbol on her chest. Robert nodded in relief, and even Jenkins' younger brother John clapped lightly with a smile on his face.
"What kind of image do you have in your family's mind that you can get this effect with just a few empty words?"
While slandering the original owner of the body, Jenkins took out the brooch given by Bishop Parode from his pocket.
"The bishop arranged a job for me and hoped that I would be able to settle down. I accepted it. It was a gift from him."
The whole family froze at the same time. Mary groaned, stood up, and hugged Jenkins with tears in her eyes.
"Son, I knew you'd understand, really, I've always known…"
Mr. Robert patted her shoulder behind her, and when Mary let go of Jenkins who was extremely embarrassed, he hugged her himself.
He didn't say anything, and solemnly patted Jenkins on the shoulder after the hug, "Good boy, he's from the William family!"
Jenkins responded with a nod to each, "I'll change."
He declared with a pun, and now Mrs. Mary actually cried.
Although John then proposed to celebrate his brother's finding a job by going to an outside restaurant for dinner, Jenkins refused on the grounds that he wasted the dinner he had prepared.
The family ended the dinner in a lively atmosphere. William Sr. even ignored his wife's objection and brought Jenkins for two drinks. The middle-aged man is holding his blond hair, smiling happily like a child.
After dinner, Jenkins announced his work to Mary and Robert, and they didn't ask much, as if they thought Bishop Parode's arrangement would be correct.
Robert even wanted to ask for leave tomorrow and personally send Jenkins to Papa's Antique Store, but Jenkins firmly refused.
"What a child."
Jenkins evaluated the original owner in his heart, and then closed the door of his room on the second floor.
Under the moonlight, facing the door was a small hanging mirror. In the mirror was a youthful and delicate blond young man, whose face was five points similar to Robert Williams. Jenkins smiled, controlling the muscles of his face, and the young man in the mirror also showed a stiff smile.
"He looks like he's 16 when he's 20, but that's not bad."
He sat on his bed, then suddenly remembered something, got up and locked the door, but still did not turn on the gas lamp connected to the steam pipe.
This family is really good, he is willing to continue to live in this world as Jenkins, so some things must be kept from the relatives downstairs.
Carefully closing the curtains to cover the dark night, Jenkins sat on the chair in front of the desk.
"On."
He tapped his temple with his right hand, and at the same time increased the intensity of the psychological suggestion with words, and those light spots soon reappeared in front of his eyes. Jenkins heard Bincy mention during the day that the energy used by the Giver, or something close to energy, is called "spirit". Although he didn't specifically mention the details, he still told Jenkins not to overuse his abilities.