For the young Mrs. Howard, Jenkins just shook hands politely, and did not talk anymore.
After walking back to the street to join the flow of people, Jenkins looked back to the window on the second floor, and could see the recorder preparing the documents with his back facing outside.
"Why is she called 'Mrs.' at such a young age? Is she married? Or is it just respect?"
Chocolate looked up there, too, and tried to poke Jenkins' jaw with his paw.
"Those light spots just now, she is Miss Magic? Oh, it seems that the bad luck brought by the wishing tree still exists, otherwise I wouldn't have discovered my true identity so easily."
Encountering the real identity of Miss Magic is indeed an unexpected thing. But this discovery further ruled out the existence of a connection between the detective agency and the illegal cult organization.
It's not because she completely trusts Miss Magic, but because she simply believes that it is impossible for an illegal organization to let the gifter be the face holder of the subordinate organization, which is too easy to expose.
Of course, when Jenkins went to the church to report, he would only say that he found nothing. As for what happened afterwards, it was up to others to judge.
Today's first goal was successfully completed without any twists and turns, which convinced Jenkins that yesterday's bad luck had consumed most of his bad luck, at least these unfortunate things should not happen continuously.
The detective agency was very close to the Pig's Head Bar. Jenkins walked along the main road for a while, and pretended to stop at a small fruit vendor by the side of the road before turning into an alley.
And when he came out from the other side of the alley, he had already changed into another person.
The cat hid under the clothes, and the button in the center of the chest was undone to prevent it from suffocating.
After everything was ready, Jenkins walked into the bar. The daytime business here is still so sluggish, and the bartender in front of the bar seems to have maintained a posture all the time, standing there with half-closed eyes, cleaning the wine glass with a rag that is dirtier than the table.
Jenkins handed over the banknote with the special number on it, and the bartender nodded and said nothing. And when the waiter brought the wine and bacon, a small bag had already appeared at his feet.
Compared with the leather bag last time, the woven sack this time seems more perfunctory, and it is more like the bag used by dock workers not far away. But this is also because there are more replies this time.
"Goddess bless!"
He recited softly, then rummaged through the sack with a pungent smell, and soon found the one from No. 13, Luyin Avenue.
"Bless the sage!"
He read again in a low voice, looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to this side, so he unfolded the somewhat rough letter paper and looked at the letters written in inferior ink.
The reply was still signed by Hunter Bell, and like the previous letters, he used not-so-gorgeous grammar and some problematic rhetoric at the beginning, discussing the social research and excellent luck of "Miss Fabry". compliment.
Jenkins didn't have the patience to look at these things, so he kept flipping back. He didn't mention the substantive content until the fourth page of the letter. But alas, that's not the end, and Jenkins' prayers didn't work. Just when he thought the letter would end with thanks, that Mr. Bell actually inquired about the mining company that made Miss Fabbri "rich" and hoped to get involved. Even, at the end of the questionnaire, he attached a 1 pound note, and he didn't know where it was converted into the national currency.
"Goddess, what happened?"
Jenkins almost groans, "Is that all he trusts Miss Fabrice?"
But thinking about it carefully, the two parties have also had many contacts, among which "Miss Fabbri" has always shown simplicity, integrity and integrity. She asked for help from others, and she was never stingy with money. Even if it is a veiled statement that their economy is not rich, they will immediately "repay" Eldron's kind people after receiving help and investing successfully.
Eldron was not a very large city, and Jenkins had sent quite a lot of letters as of last time. Considering the literacy rate of this era, and the fact that he specially selected those affluent neighborhoods to send letters, and passed them on one after another, perhaps the "generous and upright" Miss Fabbri has already been known to most people.
"I have a bad feeling."
Jenkins swallowed, picked up his coffee and took a sip, then choked and coughed. The coffee in this small bar tastes extremely weird.
Pressed on his chest, and pressed back the tail that had protruded from Chocolate. He took out another letter casually, and in that letter, the matter of investment was indeed mentioned.
"In the letter last time, the investment in the mining company was exaggerated too seriously. This is terrible."
He closed his eyes, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness. For the first time, Jenkins realized how much trouble a lie by a lie could become.
After packing up the letters, he took the small sack and went directly to the black market. Not much has changed here, except that the stench in the sewers has become stronger.
Walking against the dark and wet wall, he checked the booths with candles lit one by one. But considering that the hand is not rich, it is just a look.
"Perhaps I could sell something, too, and make some gold pounds."
He suddenly thought of this idea, but ordinary spells were not very profitable, and the only one that could make a lot of money was Old Jack's [Witch's Kiss]. This extraordinary potion can enhance the charm of women, and potions are extremely rare things.
But the problem is that Jenkins has only mastered the method of making this kind of potion. If he sells too many potions and attracts attention, Dad will communicate with Old Jack again, and he will expose the fact that Jenkins is selling potions on the black market.
"Wait, is it illegal to sell drugs on the black market?"
He frowned, feeling that he had caught the point.
"Forget it, go back and try to make a small amount first, and see how the success rate is."
Now that you have thought of this, you need to purchase some raw materials. Witch's Kiss is a relatively basic potion, and its simple effect means that the materials it needs are not uncommon. In fact, most potions do not require rare materials, the most important thing is to find a gifter who can make them.
The middleman clown is still where he was, squatting there like a comical statue. A white candle was burning in front of him, and the still flame only illuminated half of his face, while the other half was hidden in darkness. Jenkins was taken aback, almost frightened by this scene.