Seeing the red-haired girl carefully explain the precautions to himself, Jenkins smiled a little. He now has a reliable friend.
"What are you laughing at me? You won't like me, right? I want to warn you, my love for Britney will never change. Meddling in other people's feelings is not what a qualified gentleman should do. "
She blushed, pinching the hem of her skirt and asked suspiciously.
"You misunderstood... I also know something about A-08-1-9990, let me tell you."
Hathaway was talking to Jenkins about music when Miss Michael walked up with her friends. In other words, Jenkins is listening to her introduce the main music genres now. This girl is a believer in the false god [Wan Miao Yue Zhang], and she is quite accomplished in music theory.
But Jenkins doesn't understand this. The only instrument he knows is the harmonica, and he can only play a piece of music intermittently. Therefore, he just kept nodding in agreement there, even if he felt bored, he listened patiently.
"We are friends!"
This is his idea.
A smile appeared on the corner of the red-haired girl's mouth.
The second half of the party was a little boring. As an ordinary guest who was invited, he had nothing to do. Most of the time, he just sat in the middle of a group of girls and listened to them talking about cosmetics, shops and the like. He only opened his mouth when someone mentioned literature, theology, or mathematics.
Well-groomed ladies, interested in Jenkins. These girls were the first guests Miss Michel invited. Jenkins felt that it was very impolite for him to sit among a group of ladies, and a gentleman next to him had already cast a strange look.
But every time he made an excuse to leave, Miss Michael and Hathaway would find a way to start a new topic, so that Jenkins would not have a chance to talk. He could only spend his days sitting among the girls, smelling the strong smell of makeup powder, and thinking about the cat who was alone at home.
It was hard to wait until the end of the party, and many girls wanted to invite Jenkins to continue talking about literature and other topics. But he still has important things to do today, so he scratched his head and politely declined in embarrassment.
Hathaway raised her eyebrows, feeling the strange feeling in her heart intensify. She chalked it up to exasperation at Jenkins for being obtuse, but Hathaway wasn't Jenkins after all, and she quickly realized another dire possibility.
He shook his head violently, touched his slightly red face, and shook off that bad thought. First, he secretly glanced at his lover for some reason, and then tugged at Jenkins' sleeve, Jenkins nodded knowingly.
With the excuse that he forgot to take something, he returned to the banquet hall again, and nodded politely when he met the Duke and Miss Windsor at the door.
"is it him?"
The lady with a serious expression looked at Jenkins' back and asked in a low voice.
"Yes."
The Duke nodded, with an unpredictable expression on his face.
"You do look young..."
Walking out of the banquet hall, Hathaway was waiting for him in the woods next to the hospital.
"Have you heard? There is news from the black market that someone will auction off a gift at midnight next Friday!"
"Gift?"
Jenkins asked hesitantly: "It's fake, how is it possible? I heard that there are very few people in the black market now. Where did the news come from?"
He followed his father's advice and didn't go to the black market this week. He went to the bar once just to win the trust.
"I don't know the specific source, but it's true. Many people are already going to check it out. You can find out the location by asking any middleman in the black market. Do you want to go together?"
she asked softly.
"Gift? I still can't believe it... Well, I'll give you news before Wednesday, and I'll investigate first. Didn't Miss Mihail ask Dad to help her look at things on Wednesday, and I'll tell you then of."
"Are you so cautious now?"
The girl laughed, "That's very good. After this incident is over, I'll introduce you to a party for gifters. It's not a party for trading items, it's a more convenient party."
After she finished speaking, she handed Jenkins a small bag. Jenkins took it without knowing why, opened it, and there were several charms inside, such as the familiar explosion charm, the silence charm, and Hathaway's exclusive "Elegant Lady Makeup Charm".
"What's the meaning?"
"Nolan City is in a mess recently, you take these for self-defense. Don't refuse, last time your friend saved Britney's life, I haven't thanked you yet..."
Looking at the smiling lady in a skirt standing under the shadow of the tree, Jenkins suddenly felt a little guilty.
When the carriage was found, the coachman was already a little impatient. Jenkins repeatedly apologized and promised to give more tips.
Instead of the coachman taking him straight home, he alighted on the Joel Bridge across the River Westminster for a breath of night air.
When walking to the Central Civic Square with a cane, there was a sound of beating coming from the sky.
Jenkins raised his head, and saw under the tumbling clouds, a strange-looking pitch-black crow flapped its wings and cut across the sky. It stretched its wings, flew around the bell tower in front of the square, and then flapped its wings and landed slowly. With the sound of puff, a feather floated down with the wind.
Jenkins stopped in front of the square, reaching out to catch the flying black crow feathers. Looking forward, there is a man wearing a black windbreaker and a top hat standing under the bell tower. He stretches out his right arm and lets a crow with blood-red eyes land on his shoulder.
"Mr. Williams, why aren't you dead?"
His voice was hoarse and weird, and his eyes were like a crow, shining scarlet.
"The color of the light spot has changed, and there is an extra blue one, which is really interesting."
While thinking about it, Jenkins asked calmly: "Mr. Dimen Beryl? I didn't expect you to like to hang out at night."
"Impossible, that thing didn't respond, you shouldn't be the bestower, but why is that?"
The man with a hoarse voice took out a pendant from his chest. This is a pendant in the shape of a miniature ferocious ram horned devil. As the pendant is exposed to the air, the smell of sulfur becomes stronger and stronger around the square at night.
The light spots of [Twin Demons] trembled again, and Jenkins suddenly had the urge to twist Beryl's neck.
"Look, there's no response, right?"
The horned devil's pendant was pointed at Jenkins, but nothing happened.