Apart from Miss Audrey who wants to stay in the Evergreen Forest, Dad also wants to stay here. Another saint child of the Church of the Sages, Miss Stress, and Dad also know each other, and they still have some things to deal with, so Jenkins could only return to the city by himself.
He originally planned to go directly to the demigod of the Gear Craftsman Guild after waking up today, but after touching the blood he quietly collected, he found that the other party was hiding on the surface of the eastern mining area of Nolan, and had not gone deep into the ground. That location is obviously one of the strongholds of the gear craftsmen on the surface. Although this is important, it means little to Jenkins, so he wants to wait a little longer to see if he can find a more secret hiding place of the other party.
So there is nothing else to do today. Jenkins didn't want to go to the town hall meeting, so he went back to his home on Privet Drive, and mentioned to his mother Mary that he would invite his distant relative, Miss Sigrid Capet, tomorrow night. Things to do as a guest at home. The matter had dragged on for a full month, and all the preparations for the arrival of the guests had been made, so Mary did not blame Jenkins for telling her the day before the invitation.
"But in addition to Miss Capet, I actually invited others to the house."
On the sofa in the living room, Jenkins said awkwardly, not even interested in petting the cat on his lap.
"Are there any other relatives in our family?"
Mary Williams, who was wearing a sweater, asked, it has rained all day today, and now it is approaching dusk, the temperature is indeed a bit low.
"Not relatives... probably in the future. In fact, I also invited several girls to my house as guests. You know, Miss Stuart, Miss Michel, Miss Miller and Miss Hessa, oh, how many Norris's maid, Miss Julia Minnevik, is probably coming too, and you know her from the person who was a guest at the house last time."
Mary didn't speak, and looked at Jenkins while knitting a sweater. This is a very miraculous skill, she does not bow her head and does not mistake the work in her hands.
"Little Jenkins has really grown up."
Jenkins lowered his head and said nothing, looking at the cat on his lap, as if he knew chocolate for the first time.
"How did it occur to you to have them come with Miss Capet?"
The tone was like asking Jenkins why he didn't know that one plus one equals two.
"Anyway, I'll take them home sooner or later. Why don't you come together and save some time."
Jenkins explained in a low voice, not daring to look up at Mary's expression, but could overhear the sound of two long needles rubbing against each other.
"Okay then... But there will be no serious banquets at home. Tomorrow night is just a normal guest visit. Please remind the girls not to come in evening dresses, and don't bring expensive gifts. I don't want people to say that our family It is harsh on the girls who are going to marry into the family in the future."
"OK."
Jenkins has long recognized Jenkins' identity, and he doesn't have too many psychological barriers in dealing with his family, so after thinking about it, he plucked up his courage and asked again:
"So, you don't blame me for... messing with so many... girls?"
Then he heard his mother Mary laughing, and Jenkins looked at her puzzledly, a kind middle-aged woman, the mother of the three William brothers explained to her second son:
"If a stranger in the newspaper does this, I will spit on him in my neighbor's chat; if it is someone we know well, I will alienate him and tell you that you cannot make friends with such a person; If your father did it, I would... show him what else a knitting needle can do. But you are different, Jenkins, you are my son."
She looked at the son who was pulling the big one in front of her, the one who looked the most like her husband:
"I hope that you and Newman, John, and everyone can get married smoothly, have children smoothly, and spend a lifetime smoothly. If the current life is what you want, I will not object, I will bless you, and then hope You can let me hold the next generation of Serena Williams as soon as possible... "
Speaking of this, his expression became serious:
"But Jenkins, although I don't object, and I'm even a little happy that you are not completely uninterested in women, but you have to know that what you are doing now is wrong and immoral. Don't be complacent about it, and cherish those girls."
Jenkins immediately nodded quickly, knowing that what he said was inappropriate at this time.
Instead of going home after leaving Privet Drive, she went to tell Alexia and Dolores about their visit to Privet Drive tomorrow night.
Of course, the two had no opinion, and Alexia also asked about what happened last night. She stayed in Loen all night, and when she came back this morning, the Son of the Mist incident was basically over.
Alexia did not gain anything last night, because she obtained the permission of the Orthodox Church, so she set foot on a higher level of the tower this time. Also because of the endorsement of Jenkins, he got the permission to read some taboo classics and materials.
Originally, I would continue to search for information about the difference engine, and try my luck by the way, to see if there are any legends and stories about the ancient demigods attempting to further sublimate. But these two goals were not achieved, and Alexia saw some unexpected information instead:
"Do you remember 'The Rebel'?" (Chapter 258)
Jenkins was in a trance for a moment, and his memory returned to the autumn when he met [Treasure Fairy]. At that time, he seemed to be buying firewood for the winter, and he wanted to take his cat to hunt in the forest on a whim, and then accidentally discovered the information left by the cultists, and it was the first time he heard about the "Children of the Mist" project .
And "Mr. B, the Rebel" only appeared in the letter, and Jenkins did not actually meet this person. It was only because the letter was addressed to Mr. Clark, the demigod of the tree house, that Jenkins mentioned it to Alexia once after getting acquainted with her. Unexpectedly, Alexia actually remembered this title, and after nearly a year, Jenkins thought of this person again.
"At the beginning, Mr. B, the rebel, was related to Mr. Clark and the believers of the Immortal Lord. I didn't know which side this person belonged to, so I didn't care about it at the time. I only thought that after the defeat of the followers of the [Immortal Lord], Mr. B Also left Nolan. Is there a problem with this title...?"
"The problem is huge.
Alexia nodded slightly, and looked at Jenkins seriously:
"First of all, what can be confirmed is that the guy called 'Mr. Rebel B' in the letter you mentioned must be someone from the tree house."
PS: I hope you still remember the rebels mentioned earlier.