Jenkins glanced at Newman's teacup, which was sitting in an armchair beside it, and it contained purple-red transparent liquid.
"you… "
"juice."
He spoke in a steady voice, while covering the rim of the teacup with his hand, blocking Robert's probing gaze.
"Believe you will be a ghost."
Jenkins stroked Chocolate's soft fur, cursing inwardly.
Robert also talked about his study abroad experience, but compared to Jenkins' exciting life, it seemed a bit ordinary.
Even so, Jenkins is still attracted by what he said, the customs and customs of all parts of the mainland. Unlike Jenkins, who only physically left Nolan once, Newman often traveled abroad with his teacher.
"If there is a chance, it would be great to go to other places to see and experience the scenery of this world."
Jenkins thought slowly in his heart, a little envious of Miss Miller who was ready to leave the city. No matter where she is going, she can always see new scenery.
While thinking wildly, Newman's topic has shifted to the school in Nolan City. The school he worked and studied in was called St. Louis Public School, which was not very famous in this city. This is also because, at the time when Newman was studying, William's family had not yet made a fortune.
"In the school, Mr. Clark, who teaches history, has disappeared..."
The topic is still going on, but Jenkins feels like he has heard the name somewhere.
He scratched his hair before he remembered that he had been driven by the same coachman twice. The coachman told him that there was a kind-hearted Mr. Clark who would stop at the coachmen's gathering place for a period of time before going to school every day to read some news to the illiterate coachmen. But Mr Clarke has been missing since the night the workers rioted.
"Does he read to the coachmen every morning?"
Jenkins asked.
"I am not familiar with this teacher, I just heard about it."
Newman shrugged, this is also a normal thing.
Tonight, Jenkins will stay overnight in this house. His former room is still the same, and it is very clean. Mary has the maid to clean it every day.
At the end of the night talking with the family, Jenkins asked his brother John where there was a shop that repaired pocket watches. As a result, the shop he recommended was the same watch shop that Jenkins went to after the castle.
"Go there when you have time."
He planned in his mind, then turned the knob of the gas lamp to turn off the light, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.
"I am, Jenkins Williams."
He said to himself before going to bed.
B-07-4-7711 had been hidden in the inside pocket of Jenkins' black coat, which he hadn't even taken out to check that night. Because he didn't want to have any relationship between this ordinary family and the weird thing.
Friday was not only the day of the rumored Black Market Bounty auction, but also the second day of Book Day, so Dad allowed Jenkins to be late at the store.
He bid farewell to his family and gave the weeping Mary a big hug before getting into the carriage and returning to his home.
What Ms. Changshi said is not wrong, this item can only be used when multiple givers are infused with the spirit, and it is meaningless to hold it in the hand alone.
He would like to copy Mr. Constantine's ritual so that this item can play a greater role. But Constantine was dead, and that was impossible.
Coincidentally, the painting was just put away, and as soon as he opened the newspaper, he learned through code words that Mr. Hood's party was tomorrow night.
This is a very rare thing. To be on the safe side, even if the date is random, Mr. Hood will find a way to make the announced meeting time three days or longer later than the notification time, so that everyone can find a way to vacate time.
"Maybe you can ask Miss Magic tomorrow night, she may have a solution."
This idea is very good, after all, the priesthood of the god that this lady believes in just corresponds to the "ritual".
If there is no error in the calculation, then today should be the day to receive the letter from Eldron. But today's black market is very dangerous. After thinking about it, Jenkins didn't go there.
After changing his clothes at home, he put away his formal clothes, and then changed into a brown sweater, a double-layer fabric coat, and a dark double-breasted coat, and then hurried out.
Although there was a light snowfall in the evening and night yesterday, the temperature has risen again during the day today. Jenkins had thought last night's snow was the earliest sign of winter, but unfortunately it wasn't. Like Jenkins, the gentlemen and ladies who hurried down the street also wore extremely heavy clothes, and people judged wrongly.
The temperature and weather are changing, only the mist that hangs over the city remains unchanged. Arrived an hour later than usual, and Papa had already opened for business.
In addition to daily copying those tadpole-like texts, Jenkins has to write a report on yesterday's mission today. Father was not standing beside him, but was polishing the gold and staring at the burning fireplace, wondering what he was thinking.
The cat lay lazily on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace, squinting its eyes, wondering whether it was asleep or dozing off.
"It's so quiet."
He sighed in his heart while watching the pen in his hand write a large paragraph of descriptive text on the paper.
The story structure of "Frozen" is almost finished, but it still needs some polish. He wasn't in a hurry. After Miss Mary's letter was mailed and received, he would fill in the description of the Ice and Snow Kingdom, and that would be enough.
Although, the letter to Miss Mary has not been sent yet.
"Father, what are you thinking?"
He lowered his head and asked, feeling satisfied with his writing progress.
"It's nothing. The postman brought me a package this morning. It's a book festival gift from an old friend I haven't seen for a long time. I'm wondering why he suddenly remembered me..."
jingle~
Before he finished speaking, the bell in front of the store rang, and a gust of cold wind blew into the door, making the flames in the fireplace shake.
The guest who came in was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with glasses, and a yellow and black two-color scarf was tied around his neck. At the end of the scarf, there were slender branch-like stripes.
Jenkins looked at his father in shock, the nut hanging on his chest was emitting amazing heat. This person is not an ordinary infected person, this person is the source of infection of gear germs!
The old man also looked at him, shook his head slightly, and signaled Jenkins not to startle him, then adjusted his face to a business-like smile, and took the initiative to greet him.