"Good evening, ma'am."
Jenkins turned around and found that it was Hathaway who was supposed to greet him.
"Good evening, sir. You are well dressed today."
She teased Jenkins with a small smile. Of course, this outfit was designed by a professional designer when he was canonized as the Holy Son a few days ago, and it is Jenkins' best outfit.
The red-haired girl also looked very hungry. Without saying a few words to Jenkins, she took a white plate and picked up food from the long table.
This was a buffet-style dinner, and the two of them ate a little bit, feeling that the public should not make too indecent actions, such as taking too much food at once.
"I'm really sorry, Britney originally wanted to find a marriage partner for you, but we have quite a few good girls among our friends."
Wipe the corners of his mouth with a white napkin, the whole movement is extremely elegant, this is the temperament that can only be cultivated by noble families.
"I don't know what's going on. Everyone actually thinks that you have a chance to become the bishop of the [Knowledge and Books] church in more than thirty years, so more and more people want to come to the party. The courtesans are dispatched, and Attracted some more gregarious people, and then more. Britney was going to turn them down. As a result, Duke Douglas Gerald heard that the party would be attended by many young nobles, so he also came . Fortunately, Prince Michael has decided that he will give the party, so you will become a supporting role."
"Supporting role? That's fine."
Jenkins can't wait for this. He thought about it again. The duke the girl mentioned should be the butler of the current queen of the kingdom, who appeared when he was conferred an honorary baron that day.
"What is he going to do?"
"how could I know?"
Hathaway waved her hand, "Apart from talking to a few powerful nobles of Nolan, he hasn't done anything else. What? Are you interested in this matter?"
"That's right. This is the first time I've seen a duke. People of my background don't often have the opportunity to meet such a nobleman."
Hathaway reached out and picked up the goblet from the passing male waiter's tray, which contained red wine, "Speaking of which, I would like to remind you. There are two of the Duke's guards who can be sure to be the benefactors, so be careful."
"OK."
He nodded, also holding a goblet in his hand, which also contained purple-red liquid. But this is grape juice, Jenkins seldom drinks, he was poor before crossing, but now he is worried about drinking.
"Huh? Why is your wine different in color from mine?"
Hathaway also noticed this.
"Well, maybe the species are different."
Absolutely cannot admit that it is juice.
Although Hathaway Hessa is the heir of the earl who does not have the right to inherit, she also has to face an unavoidable entertainment. After talking to Jenkins for a while, she had to leave.
Before leaving, she told Jenkins that Britney Michel was upstairs—which had been converted into a lounge—accompanying her father to meet the Earl, and would come to see him later. She knew that Jenkins knew almost no one, so she would come back after dealing with things here.
"It's not easy."
Jenkins watched the girl in a long skirt leave, sighed softly, looked at the fish on the table, and thought of the chocolate at home again. As a cat, it is unexpectedly not interested in fish, but likes sweets.
He didn't forget about the demon summoner, so he stood on the edge of the hall, opening the Eye of Reality from time to time to check for abnormalities.
Among the bodyguards or guards, there are indeed a few gifters, and there are two fifth-level ones upstairs. Among the young people, nothing was found for the time being.
After inquiring about the direction of the bathroom with the waiter, Jenkins walked out of the hall with a cane, turned around the corridor, and happened to meet Abbott who was telling the story just now.
"Mr. Williams, long time no see."
He smiled awkwardly.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Jenkins echoed the same response, saying that he doesn't mind having his story stolen, which isn't really the case. I looked up and down the noble young man, he was not a benefactor, and he didn't have any special items, so he turned sideways and motioned him to pass first.
"Oh, Mr. Williams, I was so sorry just now."
Looks like the conversation here is here to stay.
"Let him get over this matter, Mr. Abbott. I'm not a man who cares about everything."
The idea in my heart is that as long as I don't make money from the story, I'm not a person who cares about everything.
"That's good, you are so generous, oh, this... Actually, I want to ask you something more."
He stammered, looked around, and pulled Jenkins to a remote corridor.
"Mr. Williams, Baron Williams, I heard that you have a good relationship with the church?"
He asked in a low voice, looking a little terrified.
"Yes."
Jenkins looked at him hesitantly, then nodded.
"Well, I found a..."
He stopped talking, and looked behind Jenkins with some horror.
Jenkins turned his head to see that it was a pale young man with a handsome face framed by dazzling blond hair. His clothes may not be more expensive than most of the people in the banquet hall, but with his own temperament, he has a different kind of charm.
This man gave Jenkins a weird feeling.
"Let's talk about it next time, Monsieur Baron."
Abbott explained in a panic, and then strode to the other side of the corridor without looking back. Although, that's not the open area of the hospital at all.
"Jenkins Williams."
Not caring about Abbott who fled, Jenkins nodded to the newly emerged young man. A fourth-level benefactor, there is a thin and short special item around his waist, and the pendant on his chest is a red aura. The whole back is glowing, but the color is very light, is it a tattoo
"Deemen Beryl."
He also mentioned his own name, and then looked Jenkins wantonly up and down: "Are you that great writer?"
Beryl didn't seem to be in good spirits. He reached out his right hand and touched Jenkins' chest rudely: "Don't meddle in your own business, you know?"
"Know."
He replied in a low voice, not daring to look into Beryl's eyes.
At the moment when the two came into contact, the twin demon's ability light spot suddenly jumped violently.
Beryl nodded, wiped his fingers with the white handkerchief in his breast pocket, and turned to leave. A red light spot of ability flashed in front of Beryl. In a trance, Jenkins felt a very slight cold feeling in his chest, but it quickly disappeared in the trembling of the candle.
"Is it so arrogant?"
Jenkins stroked the clothes on his chest and narrowed his eyes.
PS: I heard that Shuke Double 11 has activities, I will make an announcement after I find out.