"Is there anything you can do?"
Jenkins and Miss Audrey came to the dessert shop on the corner together, and Jenkins treated them, sitting in a place that was convenient for observation, eating and chatting. Chocolate likes desserts very much, and milk also likes sweet ones. Jenkins looked at the small piece of cream cake that cost 7 shillings in front of him, and saw the figure of chocolate sneaking into the kitchen.
"Divination can only provide guidance, it cannot fulfill people's wishes like a wishing tree."
She was not in a hurry, but seemed to be interested in the cake. Although Jenkins offered to treat her, she only asked for a small piece of relatively reasonable price and a cup of black tea.
"Should I go back or wait here? I think it is impossible for that man not to come out of it."
Now that he has made up his mind to follow that man, Jenkins doesn't intend to give up so quickly.
"Since the divination just now has a good result..."
Seeing Jenkins raise her eyebrows, she added: "Or a bad result, then things won't end so easily. I have a hunch that a turning point will appear soon."
Even during activities like stalking, she maintains a calm smile and looks more like she's out for a walk.
Since she's in no hurry, neither is Jenkins. Although the air outside is terrible, the sweet shop smells very good. Coupled with the obviously cheating prices, the men and women who dine here are all gentlemen and ladies who know how to be polite.
"Do you know Father Oliver, who is my guide now?"
He casually brought up a topic.
"I know him, I saw him when I was a child."
Dad really has a lot of friends, and it seems that people from some backgrounds are related to him.
"In this case, do you know that Dad used to have apprentices? I heard some things, but Dad refused to go into details."
With a spoon in his hand, he stirred the sugar cube in the cup. Generally speaking, he doesn't drink coffee. The original owner lived here and had such a habit, but poor Jenkin did not. I chose coffee this time purely because the price of coffee is the most reasonable.
"Apprentice? Yes, it is also appropriate to be called an apprentice."
The woman gently picked up the cup and looked at the tea leaves at the bottom of the clarified black tea, "Since my father refuses to say it, it must be inappropriate for me, an outsider, to say it."
"So how are they doing now? Working in the church? Or are there some unspeakable tasks."
Jenkins asked again.
"Well, I'm not a sage's believer, and I'm not very clear about the assignments within your church."
The woman pursed her mouth and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear.
"But I know one thing. Mr. Oliver's second student, or apprentice, was sacrificed in the undead disaster thirty years ago. He is a hero, and like all the victims of the Orthodox Church in that era, he is a Amazing hero."
"Undead Scourge?"
Jenkins blinked, repeating the word in his mind, and then suddenly noticed something else: "Thirty years ago?"
He raised his head, slightly surprised: "Sorry."
The voice was very low, worried about being heard by the people around: "Let's talk about the undead disaster and the old man later, but 30 years ago, was it the 30 years ago of the great plague?"
The great plague he was talking about was the plague that Robert Williams fled to this place from a distant hometown.
"Yes, didn't daddy mention it? The Scourge of the Undead began with a terrible artifact: A-12-1-0044, the skeleton sword of the undead. The history of this sword can even be traced back to the third era. It has already possessed its own intelligence, controlled a benefactor who accidentally got it, and used its own characteristics to form a terrifying army of undead."
Seeing the frightened expression on Jenkins' face, she smiled and comforted her again: "Don't worry, the so-called army is just a four-figure army of undead. They were trapped by the Orthodox Church in a place named Dai And then the small city of Sri Lanka was wiped out. And the horrible plague that swept across the mainland that year was actually the corpse plague that the skeleton sword inadvertently spread when it created the undead. That sword and that army gave the rightful generation of that generation The bestowers of God's church have caused great harm, and mortals have been saved from swords because of us, but have to face the plague."
In fact, Jenkins was frightened by the "natural disaster of the undead" and "conscious sword". When he knew that it was different from what he thought, he was relieved.
Just when he wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of the sword and whether there were any other secrets in this matter, he saw the carriage engraved with Mihail's family crest parked at the main entrance of the club.
Subconsciously, he wanted to cover his face with his hands, but he realized that the current self was in a disguised form.
The ones who got out of the car were not the two noble ladies Jenkins knew, but a middle-aged man with a serious expression and a dignified manner.
He was wrapped in a large windbreaker, handed the ruby-studded cane to the male waiter who went out to greet him, and then hurried into the club with a few entourages with serious expressions.
"you say."
Miss Audrey, who was sitting opposite Jenkins, put her face on her face and looked in that direction: "Guess, what is Marquis Mihail doing here? Normal social interaction? Meeting with his mistress? Or is there something else?"
Marquis Mihaile is a powerful nobleman in charge of the navy, and he often appears in newspapers. It is not surprising that Miss Audrey knows him. Coupled with the gossip that was well-known in the city some time ago, this marquis is also considered to be the most famous person in the city in a sense.
At the party that day, Jenkins not only glanced at him from a distance, but also talked about this matter with Hathaway. He thought she would not continue the topic because of Miss Michel's face, but the red-haired girl With a mysterious face, he told all the things he heard from Britney, and warned Jenkins not to be such a person.
From this point, it can be known that the relationship between Britney Michel and the Marquis is not good, otherwise Hathaway would not have no scruples to say such things in social situations, even if she said it, only Jenkins was nearby.
"There is a family crest on the carriage, so it can't be for a private matter."
Jenkins looked over there and replied: "I learned from my friends that the meeting place for Marquis Mihail and his mistress is usually in a manor outside the city...Of course, if it is another mistress, let's talk about it."
"Oh, you know that too? I thought that Mr. Williams is the kind of person who only likes to study and read quietly, and doesn't like socializing."
Jenkins didn't answer, because no matter how he answered the sentence, it was wrong.
PS: To emphasize one point, regardless of whether I made a mistake in the previous article (I read it, it should be correct), now declare: Miss Michel’s father is a Marquis, and Hathaway Hessa’s father is an Earl.