Jenkins pretended to look down at the information, but he was suspicious in his heart: "What's going on, this is testing me? No, I remember Miss Audrey's relationship with the Sage Church is pretty good..."
"Yes, it is not without precedent in the past to let pagans serve as the teachers of the bestowers of newcomers. But we rarely let the bestowers of paganism teach, as for the reason, you should be able to take care of it. Therefore, even if there are great We have never tried to seek help from the church of the God of the Starry Sky (referring to the Vientiane Starry Sky). But this time the situation is a bit special... Let's put it this way, we hope that Mr. Williams can study under the best conditions .”
He pressed one hand on the table, leaned forward, and stared into Jenkins' eyes:
"Mr. Williams, as the living Holy Son of the Church in this era, you should take on more responsibilities. But your level of granter is still very low, so you will temporarily stay in the Diocese of Nolan to experience ordinary scribes. life. But sooner or later you will leave here and go to a broader stage, we all know this... "
"Yes, sir."
Jenkins catered softly, feeling very uncomfortable with the suddenly serious atmosphere in his heart, but still straightened his waist and put on a 'taught' expression.
"There is more than one gifted person who has the qualifications and ability in this diocese, and I also have the will, who can be an astronomy teacher. Miss Audrey and the gifted person on the following papers are the most suitable. They are not from this The resident benefactor of the diocese has little to do with the interests of our church, and the most suitable Miss Audrey is also a fortune-teller, and her research on astronomy is very unique... "
"gentlemen."
Jenkins raised his hand in embarrassment and interrupted him, "Sir, what is Miss Audrey thinking?"
"I visited her last week, and Miss Audrey told me, no problem, she is happy to accept this job."
"Did you mention my name?"
he asked again.
Mr. Bellini shook his head: "I know what you are worried about. Unless the intention is finally reached, no outsider will know who the new bestower is. The secrecy regulations of the church are very strict."
"You may be mistaken."
Jenkins nodded, slowly complaining in his heart. He was thinking that maybe through some kind of divination ceremony, Miss Audrey had already learned that the person was referring to him. But there was no problem with that, the two were considered friends, and it would be convenient if the astronomy teacher was her.
"Then it's this one. To be honest, I haven't come into contact with such a professional fortune-teller. It should be very interesting."
"Don't you need to think about it again?"
he asked again.
"Well... that's it. This is just the learning of general knowledge, and there is no need to consider so many things."
"That's right."
Mr. Bellini touched the beard on his chin and nodded slightly, "Then I will communicate with Miss Audrey in the near future, and she will directly contact you to start the course. Of course, if any accident occurs during the course, you can Come to the church for help at any time. Although Miss Audrey and Ben have maintained a long-term friendship, we cannot take it lightly."
"Yes, sir."
Although Jenkins said so, he thought that Miss Audrey's credibility was still very high. Besides, what danger could a bachelor run into a bachelor woman's house? Will she lead Jenkins to summon some evil gods and demons
Of course, safety first is also very reasonable.
Nothing strange happened that day, and I planned to take a bath with chocolate when I got home. But Chocolate still hates taking a bath, and hates getting his hair wet. It had a fight with Jenkins at home, and finally ended in Chocolate's victory. The flexibility of cats is much better than that of Jenkins.
Chocolate seems to be insisting that he is not dirty. As for how Jenkins saw the cat's thoughts, even he himself didn't know.
"Perhaps the ability of [The Elegance of Cats] is really the result of watching cats."
He thought so.
After dinner, it is customary for Jenkins to write a book for a while. He turned the cap of the ink bottle, and was taken aback for a moment, as if he had thought of something. So he put down the pen and dipped his little finger in some ink.
"Chocolate, you are a cat, and you should be close relatives with a tiger."
The cat lay on his right hand, fiddled with the black metal block with its paws, ignoring the boring words.
"It would be interesting to paint patterns on the forehead."
As he spoke, Jenkins hugged his cat, his little finger reaching for its forehead.
Chocolate made a symbolic struggle, stretched her claws towards the table, and gave up resisting Jenkins' childish behavior.
Jenkins carefully drew the lines of the tiger's forehead on the forehead of the chocolate, and then drew a few pictures of the current appearance of the chocolate and showed it to it. The young cat was not interested, and was thinking about the milk tomorrow morning.
"So be it."
Jenkins clapped his hands to signal that the matter was over.
"But the ink stains your fur, so we'll have to take a bath."
Without waiting for Chocolate to react, Jenkins grabbed it by the waist and rushed to the bathroom quickly.
"Meow~"
The shrill screams kept echoing in the room.
The next day was Saturday, and his father strictly forbade Jenkins to go to the store, so he could only use this little free time to deal with family affairs.
The fireplace is now cleared, and Jenkins needs to go buy some firewood.
He bought these woods for his own use, and the quantity is not too large. Even if he buys wood for one winter at a time, it can be stored in the basement under the house, but he needs to pay attention to storage issues.
Chocolate walked out of the house with an unhappy face, and the cold wind mixed with thick fog rushed towards one person and one cat. The cat was still angry with Jenkins, but at the moment it couldn't care less, it ran from his boots to his feet, and kept picking at his trousers.
Jenkins bent down and picked up the chocolate. The cat shrank into his arms, and then let out a contented cry.
There were shops in the city that specialized in burning wood, but the one that Pa and Jenkins had recommended was on the outskirts of town. They own a small forest farm, but the environment in this city is not suitable for the growth of wood for the stove. Therefore, the wood is actually transported from the farther south of the Cheslan Kingdom.
The boss is a plump middle-aged man with a bald head. When he met Jenkins, he was wearing a khaki jacket over a brown cotton coat. This man's fingers are covered with calluses, according to his own introduction, this is the trace left when he was a lumberjack when he was young.