"Of course, of course Jenkins will show up... How many savior candidates do you have?"
Miss Befanna asked again, thinking that the other party would be vague, but unexpectedly got the answer directly:
"Twin demons, undead, real phantoms, stage of fate, aliens, heroes."
Although they already knew that these identities belonged to believers of lies, they were finally officially recognized by the other party, and everyone in the Church of the Sages lamented the injustice of fate.
"Okay then, six people, huh?"
"It doesn't have to be six people."
What Jenkins wanted to express was that it might be one person, but Miss Bevanna, Dad, and the Keeper seemed to understand that the other party believed that there might be a seventh savior candidate belonging to a lie believer.
"How many king souls did Jenkins find?"
Miss Bevanna thought in her heart, with a smile on her face, and she didn't show her anxiety.
Before leaving, Jenkins asked the church about the sixth metal tower. But the church has no discovery worth emphasizing so far. It just made a guess about the identity of the savior that may correspond to each floor of the tower, and reminded the lie believers in front of them to never try to enter the tower again.
But Jenkins already knew these things, so it was basically equal to no gain.
It was exactly midnight when I got home, and I saw that the lights in the house had been turned off outside. So I was very careful when I opened the door, and when I came to my bedroom on tiptoe, as expected, the cat that ran upstairs one step earlier was "snarling" at the door with its teeth and claws open.
If only the door blocks it from entering, its action is to scratch the door, so the current action represents that there are other people in the room.
"Let me guess who's in there."
When I bent down to pick up the cat, I thought in my heart, and when I put my hand on the doorknob, I already had a guess:
"It is known that there are four ladies in the house, and the probability of Julia among them is the lowest. Jessica... Although she was invited to the house during the day, she probably would not take the initiative to come to my bedroom. So it is Britney or Hay Where's Sylvie?"
He turned the doorknob and opened the door. He was wearing pajamas, leaning on the head of the bed, reading a book by the moonlight. It was the red-haired Hathaway.
"You're finally back. I heard the sound of chocolate just now. What are you doing standing behind the door?"
She said hello wearily, and closed the book and put it aside.
"Nothing, just wondering who might be in there."
"I told Jessica to go to bed early, you should be disappointed?"
She got off from the bed, stepped on slippers on her white feet without socks, came to the table and took a sip of the water glass, and raised her head to expose her fair neck to the moonlight.
"Why disappointed? You don't think I'm that kind of ghost, do you?"
"Of course you are not."
Hathaway shook her head and said regretfully:
"I originally invited Britney over."
Jenkins' eyes subconsciously searched for the second person in the **, and after confirming that there was no one there, he looked at his closet.
"What do you mean by looking at the closet?"
Hathaway feigned anger, but walked over to Jenkins and helped him change his clothes. Taking advantage of the chance that no one was around, Chocolat jumped from Jenkins' shoulders to the bed, and then patted the position next to the pillow with two front paws in satisfaction, making sure it was soft and then lay down.
No matter what happens tonight, the cat will never leave its territory.
"Britney was called away by Marquis Mihail, as if she had something to tell her."
"Um?"
Jenkins looked into the room of the blonde girl, and sure enough, he couldn't see the spirit of life representing vitality:
"What's the matter so late? Why didn't you wait for me to come back, I can send her there. "
"Don't worry, Jessica and I asked the two neighbors next door to take her there. But it was too late, and Britney wanted to stay at home overnight, so she didn't come back."
"Yes, don't wander around the city so late, it's not a peaceful day."
He turned around and changed into his pajamas, kissed Hathaway's forehead lightly, and was about to go to the bathroom to wash up.
"It's a pity. Every time I plan such a thing, I will always be left alone in the end."
Hathaway sat back on the edge of the bed, kicking off her slippers, complaining to Jenkins as her legs dangled.
"It's okay, I don't really care."
In order not to be seen lying, he walked to the door with his back to Hathaway, so he didn't see the smile on Hathaway's face.
Jessica was also at the Jenkins family's dinner table early Wednesday morning. As the weekend drew closer, she also seemed a little nervous.
Her schedule today is to go with Jenkins to visit the nobles who will support them during the weekend, and then discuss some details with Jenkins.
In short, Jessica was under a lot of pressure because the time was too short. Fortunately, there are two very good helpers around her, but these two helpers like to interrupt when Jessica is talking, which leads Jenkins to always think about who he is talking to.
Britney came back after breakfast, and now Marquis Mihail is inconvenient to meet and talk with Jenkins directly to avoid suspicion. But now that his daughters have moved into the Jenkins family, there's really nothing to avoid. Therefore, all decisions that must be kept secret are passed between the two by Britney, and this time Britney doesn't even know what her father wants to do, but just brings back a note.
Jenkins took a look and handed it to Jessica. The latter nodded in satisfaction:
"In this way, even if it really fails, there is no way out."
"What's the meaning?"
Hathaway, who was touching butter on the bread, asked.
"The Navy will make sure that even if things don't work out over the weekend, we have a second plan."
Jenkins explained vaguely, and Hathaway raised her eyebrows:
"This is not like a decision you would make. It seems that you are really in a hurry."
"I'm very anxious. Miss Broniance is expected to arrive in Nolan this weekend. After dealing with the matter of the throne, I must immediately talk to the two fortune tellers, so there must be no surprises about the weekend."
He tore out a small piece of bread and put it in front of the chocolate, but the cat just licked off the cream on it, then tilted its head and did not intend to open its mouth again.
"Don't waste food."
Jenkins is not the kind of person who will get used to pets, especially if he knows the cost of raising a cat, which is enough to help the poor:
"Don't waste food."
He said to Chocolate again, seeing that Jenkins was really angry, Chocolate immediately opened his mouth and ate all of it with a small piece of bread. Then he rubbed his face against the back of Jenkins' hand. This is really a very obedient cat.