"No, I have been standing outside the door. No one came here except Madam asked me to urge you to hurry up. The dance will start in half an hour. I will tidy up your skirt for you. Yes, it is here. Please don't move. You can go straight to the dance right now."
The maid squatted down holding her skirt, and touched Dolores' waist with both hands.
"That's good, absolutely don't let others know that I'm the giver. They wouldn't have imagined that the princess actually..."
Her voice became lower and lower, and she remembered the powerful Mr. Zircon just now.
"But it's a pity, I think, there will be no gem gatherings anymore. Julia, you have to try to get in touch with the West District, and there is also the matter of the silver key."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"When there is no one, you can call me... Forget it."
An irritated expression appeared on Dolores' face, but she was quickly thrown aside. Opening her arms and asking Julia to help tidy up the dress, Dolores thought of the few interesting things in her life again, and not only did she have a smile on her face:
"An answer from Mr. Jenkins Williams?"
"Not yet, we check the mailbox of the Morris mansion every day. Your Highness, maybe Mr. William is very busy now, and the reply letter will be sent later."
The maid Julia bent over, and while helping the girl to tie her waist again, she put forward a reasonable guess:
"You also said that life for a reclusive mathematician like Mr. Williams is very difficult."
"Yes, you are absolutely right!"
Dolores' voice was raised, and the smile on her face became more intense: "I think that a person like Mr. Williams must live alone in a crowded slum, get up early every morning, and wear laundry detergent. The white clothes broke into the morning fog to do humble and decent work. Only in the evening, hunched over and returned to the low and narrow house, and carefully lit the candles, could he conduct mathematical research! He must be like this Hermit! Such a noble person~"
Her Royal Highness pressed the center of her chest with her left hand, and stretched her right hand forward, as if she had learned from Miss Qiao Qier a few days ago, and sang the last sentence with a loud voice, like an opera.
Julia carefully pinned the gem pendant on her waist in the correct position, pursed her lips, and did not refute her.
When the two were bored, they jointly guessed who that "Mr. Williams" was many times. In fact, based on the knowledge he used and the church's internal documents, it is known that this gentleman's life should be fine.
But Her Royal Highness, who has been longing for a hermit, living alone and living freely since the age of 12, insists that poor Mr. Williams may not even be able to pay for the steam watch in winter.
Poor Mr. Williams held the steak with his fork and cut off a small piece with the knife, and the oil soaked out of the meat and left a stain on the white silver plate. When he looked up, he saw the dead fish floating on the thick soup again, which was Mary's handiwork. He took a very covert look of disgust, then turned his head to look at the chocolate who was licking the milk.
Chocolate also glanced at the dead fish with disgust, then turned around and continued to drink milk.
After seeing off Miss Changshi just now, Jenkins came to the forest outside the castle, quietly waiting for his return.
There were no more accidents. He even released the soul emblem to confirm his identity, and told the battle team of the Orthodox Church who arrived first about the situation inside.
The first ones to come were the knights of the [Sun and Justice] church. Seeing them, Jenkins thought of the divinity embezzled by him again.
After returning to Nolan's office, the three gentlemen in the office showed very happy expressions and prayed to the sage together. The next thing will be handled by the Cheslan Kingdom, and then reported to the Holy See, so that Jenkins' task credit can be settled.
As for Jenkins, originally he needed to hand in a report immediately, but today is the reading day, and more importantly - he is the Son of God, no one dares to ask him anything.
So, after simply "truthfully reporting" what happened to the three gentlemen, Jenkins left with his cat in his arms. He was very satisfied with what he had done just now. He risked the danger to complete the mission of the church, rescued a possibly innocent girl, and disabled a dangerous trick. Although due to various reasons, a painting was embezzled, but this is also acceptable...
Thinking of this, he glanced at the donation box at the corner. After hesitating for a moment, he carefully removed the cloth pocket sewn on the underwear, took out a few banknotes, gritted his teeth, added a few more, and put in a total of 300 pounds.
B-07-4-7711, "A Gathering in the Woods" is of course worth more than £300, but this item is a trophy that does not belong to anyone, and Jenkins himself has put in the effort, which is good.
With his thoughts clear again, Jenkins caught up with the last sermon before the evening with his chest up and his head up. The bishop was already very busy today, so Jenkins did not go to talk to him anymore, but entrusted Captain Bincy to give him a gift, and left the church.
Originally, he planned to go directly to William's house, but when he got into the carriage and saw that it was still early, he changed his mind and asked the coachman to go to Papa's antique shop on Fifth Queen's Road first.
The carriage walked slowly in the thin fog. When turning a corner, Jenkins saw several young people holding small red boxes and talking to pedestrians at the intersection. Some pedestrians just waved their hands hastily, and then left quickly, while some people stopped beside them and listened carefully.
"what are they doing?"
he asked the coachman.
"Sir, they should be collecting donations."
The coachman replied without looking back, "Winter is coming, so donate to the poor, donate to stray cats and dogs... who would know?"
Jenkins turned his head and looked back thoughtfully, thinking of Miss Michael's career of saving pet cats again.
"Chocolate's 'city residence permit' is renewed every three months, right?"
He thought in his heart that he planned to go there again when he had time on the weekend.
Now that he thought of the time, Jenkins reached out again and took out the damaged pocket watch from his coat pocket. It was a little late, and the watch shop was probably closed, so I had to go another day.
After tipping the coachman 5 pence and asking him to wait at the intersection, Jenkins and Chocolate walked quickly to the door of Papa's Antique Store. Exhaling a breath, a white mist formed in the air. The temperature today is really too cold.
Although the cardboard does not have the words "in business", but through the crack of the door, the faint fire of the fireplace can be seen.
PS: Although the main stage is in Nolan, there are still many interesting things happening in this world. It's time for Jenkins to expand his sights to a farther place.