"who is it?"
When the conversation inside the door was small, Mr. Hood's voice sounded after a few seconds. Jenkins also took this opportunity to look behind the door with his real eyes, and saw two acquaintances.
"Sir, the lady came to see you, and she brought a guest...and a cat."
Said the woman who led the two of them over.
"cat?"
Mr. Hood was surprised, and then the footsteps gradually approached the door. When the door was opened, he saw the familiar cat, so he recognized the familiar friend:
"Oh, I really didn't expect you to come to see me, please come in."
He greeted the two of them in surprise and surprise, and at this time another guest in the room had stood up and looked out, and Jenkins greeted first:
"Welcome back to Nolan, Mr. Black Cat."
The person inside the door was another friend, Mr. Black Cat, who went to the party in Turin, the southern country, last year.
All four of them know each other well and are very good friends. In addition, everyone has not seen Mr. Black Cat for a long time, so they eagerly sat down and asked Mr. Black Cat why he came back.
In fact, Mr. Black Cat just got off the train, so he came to say hello to Mr. Hood first, and retrieve the property that he helped to take care of. As for the reason for coming back—
"It's not safe anywhere now. You absolutely can't imagine what happened to me in Turin recently—no, Mr. Candle, this has nothing to do with you. Although your entrustment has caused me some trouble, it is not dangerous."
He looked dusty, and the black suitcase in his hand was leaning against the wall. It was obvious that Mr. Hei Mao had just arrived. Taking a swig from the wine glass handed by Mr. Hood, Mr. Black Cat seemed to be frightened by the memory again:
"Beginning a month ago, every night I would dream about something that I couldn't say, otherwise everyone might have mental problems. That nightmare made me nowhere to escape, even if I left Turin, it was useless. Last time Mr. Candle entrusted My affairs led me to meet a lady whose identity is unknown, she introduced me to spend a very high price to buy a sacred object of the Church of the Sages, and then I completely lost the memory of that night."
His expression was a little terrified, but also a little rejoicing:
"But that's fine. I haven't dreamed of that terrible thing since then, but I also understand that if a person gets unlucky, it's not safe to go outside the material world. It just so happens that Nolan has been so lively recently , I will come back, to be honest, I am quite reluctant to be here."
Then he laughed and added:
"It's not safe anywhere now. Have you heard that the fire in the virgin forest in the south has been burning for half a month? It's the rainy season now, and the obsidian ruins in the desert, the revived snowman army in the north, overseas The indescribable things in the deep sea that appear frequently... Now returning to Nolan, it is no different from staying in other places”
He looked at the three of them with a sincere smile on his face:
"I'm so happy to see that you are all fine. I don't know how Mr. Bailing is? When I was in Turin, I heard a lot of rumors about Nolan. You have not been involved in any dangerous things in the past six months. Really Very good."
Hearing this, the other three laughed awkwardly at the same time. Their life in Nolan was not all smooth sailing.
Jenkins has not forgotten his purpose of coming here, and Miss Magic also quickly described the experience of the two of them today. Mr. Hood, like Miss Magic, was in awe of trying to "hold" Queen Isabella, but couldn't stand Jenkins' persuasion, and finally agreed to go, but he would not hurt anyone.
Mr. Black Cat also wanted to go with him, but was persuaded by the three of them. He had just returned to Nolan, and there was no reason why he was immediately involved in something dangerous. Why don't you take advantage of the daytime to tidy up your own residence and solve life problems. As for the queen's affairs, the other three can take care of them.
Although Jenkins' plan looks very sloppy, it seems that there are no loopholes when you think about it carefully. Therefore, although it felt like Mr. Candle was joking, he still adopted his plan in the end.
After the three disguised themselves, they approached the City Hall in the city center from the east of the city. After bypassing the blocked block of Civic Square, it was soon noticed that there were more police patrolling nearby, and there were some people who looked like benefactors mixed in with the police.
"Don't worry, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the Three Kings' meeting, the city hall and the church have stepped up security. Today's strict inspection is a special case. I heard that the main topic of recent discussions is to regularly restrict the exhaust gas emissions of steam factories, so I came here There are more nobles, and the security is also strengthened."
Jenkins said in a low voice, and then walked forward with the two behind him. He was always able to avoid patrolling police officers in reasonable positions, and even completely avoided patrols of the gifted ones on the road.
It would be understandable if it was only once or twice, but when they saw the main entrance of the city hall from a distance, they were not interrogated even once. This made Mr. Hood, who had never guessed the identity of Mr. Candle, very puzzled.
"Do you know their patrol routes?"
Mr. Hood asked when he thought about it.
"Probably know something... come here!"
After speaking, he walked quickly to the alley, and put the white cat vanilla on his shoulder on the ground. The cat meowed obediently, and then trotted to the light pole not far away. For the Three Kings talks, the nearby blocks are cleaned every day, and the lampposts are scrubbed every day, even brighter than the doorknob of Jenkins' house.
The cat stood there for a while, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he happily ran further away, and disappeared around the corner after a while. Jenkins looked at his pocket watch, and after silently counting a few, the carriage with the Middleton family crest passed in front of him, and when he passed the alley behind the light pole, Vanilla jumped up, as if flying Drilled in directly from the carriage window.
Jenkins waited for a while, and saw that the cat hadn't been thrown out of the window, so he said to the people behind him with confidence:
"The plan went well. Only the coachman was driving, and there was no one in the carriage. Sure enough, she asked the servant to wait in the city hall instead of leaving with the carriage."
"How do you know that there is no one in the carriage? Maybe the people inside like your cat very much, so they left it."
Miss Magic guessed.
"No, no, Qiao, Vanilla only recognizes me as the master, it will never be trapped by others. And ah..."
He raised his head quite proudly:
"My cat is not an ordinary cat. Not only did I feed it the potion of enlightenment of animal wisdom, but it also rescued me from the lake when I almost drowned a few days ago. This is a very powerful cat."
Neither Miss Magic nor Mr. Hood understood the pride of being saved by their pets. But seeing Mr. Candle's strange appearance, he didn't question him.
But Miss Magic once again remembered that during a certain chat, her employer, Miss Windsor, used a complaining tone to tell the strange relationship between William and the kitten Chocolate. She kept silent about this again. After all, it is known that William is a scribe of the church, and he is suspected to be the son of the sage; it is known that Mr. Candle is a believer in lies, and he is suspected to be a demigod-level false god believer. If these two were the same person, then no matter who she told this matter to, probably it would not end well.
The next development was exactly as Jenkins planned, successfully making Miss Magic and Mr. Hood mistakenly believe that Mr. Candle had already arranged all of this.
The three of them had already boarded Queen Isabella's luxurious private carriage, and under the blessing of the spell effect, they each huddled in a corner of the carriage. It was the first time for Miss Magic and Mr. Hood to come to this kind of place, and the whispered conversation revealed their admiration for the royal frame.
Jenkins stroked his cat, waiting patiently while thinking about things.
"You say..."
He suddenly said:
"What should I do after I press the truth out of her for a while?"
The "she" here refers to Queen Isabella. Miss Magic has long noticed that Mister Candle has never used the word "Your Majesty" to refer to the most prestigious woman in this country.
"What else can I do, of course leave immediately."
Miss Magic said before Mr. Hood could comment. She spoke quickly, as if she was afraid that Mr. Hood would snatch her words:
"Since it is the task assigned to you by that Prince William, of course you have to report the matter to him after completion, instead of making a decision yourself. After all, he is the most suitable person who can handle this matter. "
"Don't use the title prince."
Jenkins reminded, gave Miss Magic a thoughtful look and nodded:
"You are right. William should indeed be used to handle this matter."
Mr. Hood felt that the grammar of this sentence was a bit strange, and there seemed to be some meanings that the two of them understood in the conversation between the two of them. This made him a little dazed, but since none of them wanted to kill people, Mr. Hood had no problem with it, and he was happy to see this situation.
"Speaking of which, is your arm better, Mr. Hood? I noticed that the tulip seeds I planted in your arm are still working."
Jenkins cared again.
"It's much better, although the mechanic from the Church of Creation and Mechanics couldn't completely repair this arm. But with his help, and your flower seeds help my arm heal all the time, I want to use it It didn't take long for the arm to heal naturally. Look, now there is no problem bending and stretching, just not being able to lift heavy things."
He said happily that Jenkins and Miss Magic were also very happy that their friend's injury would heal soon.
Miss Magic even teased the tulip seed that Jenkins buried in Mr. Hood's right arm, laughing that the arm might be worth a few hundred pounds now, and it might be even more valuable in a few days.