"Good evening, Hathaway."
He still remembers the "please address me as Hathaway in private" request.
"Good evening, Monsieur Baron."
The girl raised her lips slightly, watching the cat rest on Jenkins' lap again.
"Your cat seems a little too smart."
"Yes, I gave it a dose of [Animal Wisdom Apocalypse Potion], and the effect is obviously very good."
"Is it a potion with extraordinary properties?"
She was a little surprised, "It turns out that you really have other friends who are gifters."
"Of course, although I'm not very social, I still have some friends."
As Jenkins spoke, he wondered whether his father's friends were his friends.
"That's good. Making more friends is very important for gifters like us. Of course, you should also pay attention to safety. It's not that everyone can be trusted like me. After a while, I can introduce some friends I know to you."
Of course, Jenkins believes that she will definitely not introduce "Mr. Candle" to herself, because Mr. Candle has followed Jenkins, and once they know each other, the fact that Hathaway Hessa is Miss Lark will be exposed.
Nodding her head, she reached out and handed the golden invitation card next to the cushion to Jenkins.
"Oh, the legendary gold-encrusted invitation."
Jenkins sighed in his heart and saw the contents inside.
"Miss Hesha's ball? Thank you very much for the special invitation, but this is too formal, right?"
Earlier today, he had learned about the events of the ball from Viscount Augustus, but he obviously couldn't show that he knew about it at this time.
"Wait, why can't you show that you know this?"
Jenkins asked himself, only then did he realize that the current identity can know this information, which is something that ordinary people Jenkins Williams can also know.
"The performance is so fascinating that I can't tell my identity!"
Jenkins was taken aback, and warned himself to know "who" he was before speaking in the future.
Hathaway's explanation is similar to what Viscount Augustus said, but she also warned Jenkins that the relationship between nobles is intricate. If he is not willing to get involved, it is excellent to use the power of the church as part of his background. s Choice.
Jenkins naturally understood these things, but thanked him politely.
Now that he met this acquainted aristocratic girl, Jenkins also casually inquired about Viscount Augustus. Dad's investigation is very detailed, but information from different angles will always yield different results.
"Viscount Augustus, do you mean Hunter Augustus?"
Hathaway's expression was a little surprised.
"I don't know the full name of the Viscount, but he is currently living in a manor outside the city, and his health is very poor. He seems to have been bedridden for a long time. The address of the manor is..."
"Needless to say, I know who it is."
The young lady lowered her voice and warned softly: "If you only know each other occasionally, I think it's best not to get close to him. Viscount Augustus of this generation is an extremely unfortunate person. People, all died very early. There is a saying that the Augustus family had no intention of offending [End of Death], so they were cursed by the gods to end up like this. Of course, these are private opinions , I usually can’t hear it.”
"oh?"
Jenkins didn't expect that there was such a story in it, "Then [Death and the End] Church will always have something to say? After all, it involves the great existence they believe in."
"The church of the great end has not made any statement. This is just a matter for mortals. I was also interested in this, but it didn't involve any supernatural factors. Maybe Augustus was really cursed by the gods."
Hathaway was obviously unwilling to talk more about the topic of gods, so Jenkins didn't pursue it.
She will go to Miss Mihail's to prepare for the ball together in a while, and the two of them didn't talk about other things. After Jenkins reminded her of the suspected [gear germs] in the city recently, the two said goodbye.
Hathaway hadn't heard of it yet, but she had apparently known about this creepy thing numbered A-08-1-9990 before.
Waving his hand and watching the carriage turn the corner, Jenkins was thinking whether to get some food for the chocolate in his arms or to check the external steam meter outside the house first, when he saw his neighbor, Mr. Goodman, carrying a black bag, walking towards this side with a dazed expression on his face.
"Oh, it's Mr. Goodman. Good afternoon!"
He let Chocolate enter the house, and stood at the fence to greet the middle-aged man.
"Mr. Williams? Oh, good afternoon."
Only then did Goodman notice Jenkins,
"You don't seem to be in good spirits. The temperature this autumn is indeed colder than in previous years. You should pay attention to your body."
According to normal social etiquette, Jenkins wanted to discuss a little boring topic such as the weather. This is also the ability that a qualified adult gentleman should have. He can find topics anytime, anywhere.
"Really? Oh, thank you for your concern. My personal doctor said that my body is not bad, but I still need to exercise more. Compared with the heavy snow two years ago, the temperature this year is actually not bad."
Mr. Goodman also chatted politely with his new neighbor about the weather, but just as he was about to say goodbye, he thought of another thing. After hesitating for a moment, he still said:
"Mr. Williams, you should know that there have been more scammers in the city in recent weeks, right? This is something to be very careful about. I heard that some people have been cheated out of their life savings."
"Really? I've heard that too."
Jenkins saw the conversation turned in the direction he was interested in, but fortunately he leaned against his fence:
"Have you read today's "Norlan Daily"? The street attack in the dock area mentioned in the newspaper is related to scammers. Yesterday morning..."
As a murder witness, he recounted what he encountered, and Mr. Goodman was really surprised:
"Really, I didn't expect such a dangerous thing to happen to us! I think the judgment of Sergeant Black should be correct. The victim, Robert Kumbu, is a fraudster."
Sergeant Blake hadn't said that, Jenkins had added it for him, an attempt to cover up his own sources.
"I also encountered such a thing, do you know? The Hogg Machinery Foundry where I work encountered a scammer. Little Rex, who was in charge of finance, was defrauded of 3,000 pounds. Oh, Goddess, he Life is over, I don't know if the machinery factory can survive this storm... "