Since he was a friend, and he had helped him just now, and no one would notice at such a late night, Jenkins invited Miss Miller to sit in his home.
As for the crow, according to Miss Miller, this magical creature that has a contract with humans must avenge its master after its master dies in order to be free. The crow came here for this purpose.
This is the 18th Era, and such non-human beings with sufficient intelligence are uncommon. Miss Miller proposed to buy the crow's body and go back to study it. Jenkins thought for a while, and didn't object.
The two discussed it in the living room, and Jenkins only charged 12 pounds. He didn't want the money at first, since it wasn't his property after all, but Miss Miller believed that the crow was killed in front of Jenkins' house, it was his property, and the friendship between the two was not worth such a large sum. If you don't collect money this time, then the friendship between the two will come to an end.
This is indeed a woman who learned mathematics to be crazy.
"Pet revenge?"
Jenkins thought about it, and turned to look at his cat. Chocolate ignored him, but lay on the softest part of the sofa, shrinking into a black and white ball, looking sleepy.
The coroner's gift, the piece of flesh cut from the body, was also dropped by Jenkins. Miss Miller was rich and generous. She also knew about the coroner and had also visited the "show" earlier last week.
She bought the piece of meat from Jenkins for £130. But she usually does not carry so many gold pounds with her when she goes out, so the money will be paid to Jenkins next time.
The friendship between the two can guarantee this money.
"Aren't you worried if you don't put all your money on you when you go out?"
Jenkins immediately expressed his doubts.
"Although some unpleasant things have happened in Nolan City recently, the security is still very good in general. Especially in such an urban area, in order to ensure that wealthy gentlemen are not violated by thieves, the police station patrols every half an hour at night. Just one patrol. What are you worried about?"
Miss Miller looked at Jenkins strangely, and Jenkins smiled embarrassedly to cover up his inner embarrassment.
After coming to this world, he has always felt insecure, especially when he encountered a deadly monster on the first day of employment, which made the lack of security even more serious. Carrying most of your belongings with you is just one aspect of the performance.
Compared with Miss Miller, Jenkins' "eccentricity" is actually more serious.
Using this topic, he also asked Miss Miller for investment advice. But this lady will be leaving Nolan City in the near future, and she is currently busy looking for tricks and packing her luggage, so she has no effective suggestions in this regard.
After making some strong tea, Jenkins and Miss Miller discussed arithmetic and geometry until the early hours of the morning in the barely used study. This lady's mathematical talent is indeed very good, and it belongs to the kind that can understand a little bit. If she does not have the status of a benefactor, then this person can definitely leave a strong mark in the history of mathematics, and at the same time, it will be hated by future generations of students who study mathematics.
She also brought news that Miss Audrey had identified the hemp rope obtained from spy Robinson. This is a Class B [Extraordinary] that is only less boring than [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl]: B-10-04-1212, the hunter's trap rope.
As long as this rope is hung on a tree branch, and someone walks directly under the rope, the moment the person passes by the rope, he will be tied upside down by his feet inexplicably.
Not only does it limit the branch as a hanging object, but it is not difficult to destroy the branch or untie the rope except that the rope cannot be destroyed. More importantly, it is difficult for [Supernatural] items to be given invisible abilities. If you pay a little attention, you will not be fooled.
It might come as a surprise in a particular situation, but for Jenkins, it's a pretty uninteresting thing. Miss Audrey is conducting an appraisal, and will work out a distribution plan later this week.
Miss Miller is still on the trail of A-11-2-3301, the malicious coachman. According to her, the behavior pattern of the coachman has been found out, and after dealing with the commission at hand, she plans to set off in the carriage.
As for the current case, the man who was infected with the [Gear Germ] was unfortunately arrested by the Orthodox Church before Miss Miller caught him. Now that the clues are all gone, she decides to start from another direction.
As for what the other direction is, Jenkins is inconvenient to ask.
It was past one o'clock in the morning when Miss Miller was sent away. Jenkins, wearing slippers, politely lit the hall gas lamp to see her off. Miss Miller stood at the door and exchanged a few words with Jenkins before planning to leave.
"Mr. Williams, you are a worthy gentleman."
"Sorry, what does that really mean?"
"I mean, we've been talking all this late tonight, and you haven't..."
She suddenly laughed and shook her head slightly: "It's so late, this topic is a bit inappropriate. Good night, Mr. Williams, may the principles of mathematics bless you."
"Good night, Miss Miller, may the sage's light illuminate your path."
With the door closed, Jenkins was still wondering what question Miss Miller wanted to ask. He looked at his living room in a daze for a while, then reached out and turned off the light in the hall.
"Oh, maybe I shouldn't be so late, alone with an unmarried lady. Hathaway said, this crazy and shameless era, this represents adultery."
He nodded, thinking that his understanding was correct.
"If you think so, Miss Miller is complimenting me. I spend alone with the lady in the middle of the night. I don't have any extravagant thoughts except discussing mathematics!"
He continued to think while putting away the straw paper and books on the table. Although he was terribly inexperienced in dealing with ladies, there were some common sense experiences. After all, it's just a low EQ, not a fool.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Jenkins' mouth.
"I still have this self-control. Even in this crazy era, I will not be assimilated by these things. Under the glory of the steam age, there is still an extremely ugly side, but what I pursue has never been These."
Looking up at the red and blue twin moons hanging in the sky, and then at the young face reflected in the mirror hanging in the bedroom, Jenkins went back to sleep with the soft cat in his arms.
The metal block that seals the divinity reflects a strange light under the moonlight.
PS: Jenkins can't have such a low EQ (for women) all the time, otherwise he would be a fool. A person will always grow, and he will slowly change, slowly...