The huntress' heart skipped a beat. In this quiet and depressing closed room, something seemed to have changed.
As if facing an ancient god, something unsettling squirmed in the shadows behind him. That ordinary face seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and the truth behind the tulle was endless chaos.
There was a rustling sound in the quiet room. It was the sound of Jenkins picking out his pocket. The huntress' complexion gradually turned pale. Although she was facing a mortal body, her soul was a real god. The overly sensitive woman accidentally saw a part of the truth, and only felt that her breathing was difficult, and the pressure from all directions enveloped herself.
Breathing gradually became lighter, and the body shrank back subconsciously. At this moment, a slender black and white tentacle slowly stretched out from the chest of the man on the opposite side. The tentacle was swinging and extending forward. At the place where the tentacles are connected to the body, a ball of meat is slowly wriggling. The malicious shape is like a four-legged beast fused with the human body.
The man lowered his head to see this scene, and his brows furrowed. With a light pat, the tentacles stretched out again.
"It's twenty pounds."
Jenkins pushed the money over, and the huntress was taken aback. As Jenkins spoke, the weird atmosphere in the room was finally broken. She was breathing heavily, only feeling that she was almost going crazy.
Looking at the chest of the person opposite, although the buttons were not fastened carelessly, there were tentacles there.
"OK."
The voice was a little weak, but he finally pulled over the two banknotes that the person opposite was unwilling to let go.
"Today is Sunday... come to me on Monday, seven days later, and I will give you the result."
Seeing that her face was not quite right, and she had been looking straight at him just now, Jenkins looked back, but he could only see the wall through the darkness. He turned his head back, but stood up uneasy, and looked directly behind the sofa, but there was still nothing.
"That's good, then we'll see you in seven days."
With an inexplicable evaluation, he nodded, stood up and left through the trap door.
After going around the black market twice, I purchased some special materials that are not available in the church, and then I left cautiously. The next stop was originally the post office. Jenkins wanted to send the letter to Miss Mary. Due to various reasons, this matter has been delayed for a long time. But when he got to the gate of the post office, he realized that the package containing the letter and three books had left at home.
When I went out, I tried to wrap a small scarf around the chocolate, and I forgot about it when I was fighting with the cat.
"There's been too much going on lately."
He patted his head with some headaches, and stood on the street corner thinking about what to do next.
It was almost noon, but looking up, the spire-like roof of the three-story building behind him was still shrouded in smoke. The first floor made of stone bricks is a shop, but the wall on the second floor looks like white marble. On the balcony protruding from the street, there were still a few potted potted plants withered.
On the opposite side of the street is an old-fashioned restaurant, but the gold-plated signboard and several carriages parked not far from the door tell pedestrians that the price of this restaurant is not cheap.
There is a mailbox standing in front of the restaurant, and a rusty iron box is leaning against the wall nearby. The left side of the box seems to have been kicked hard and dented. Inside is the steam valve of this block.
A man in a black jacket was smoking a cigarette and leaning against the mailbox. He exhaled a smoke ring, and pulled down the red hat that looked like a rag on his head to cover his eyes, revealing only his bearded chin. This is a dirty man, dark trousers and black shoes are covered with mud, even the hand holding a cigarette is covered with calluses, but the eyes that are occasionally exposed are full of chilling viciousness , People can't help but suspect that this is an idle gangster.
Jenkins paid no attention to the man, thinking about where to go for lunch.
I put my left hand into the pocket, and when I took it out again, there was a golden ring on the index finger, which happened to be symmetrical with the iron ring on the right index finger that could monitor toxins.
"May fortune bless me!"
He muttered softly, rubbing the surface of the gold ring with his left hand, then turned left, and walked into the expensive restaurant next door.
Although the gold ring only appeared on his finger for less than a minute, the man who was leaning on the postbox for a glance was attracted by the light reflected by the gold.
He grinned at the corner of his mouth, pinched a cigarette and threw it viciously on the ground, then put his hands in his pockets, and pretended to be pacing to the side alley.
After lunch, Jenkins walked back to the street, glanced left and right, and planned to go to the bank first.
"Pretend, pretend."
He said to himself, then walked into the side alley with the cat who wanted to take a nap.
When he came out again, Jenkins, who had become a fat middle-aged man, had an extra leather wallet in his hand, which felt like cowhide.
"He actually wanted to rob me."
He muttered softly, took out the odds and ends of notes less than 3 pounds and put them in his pocket. Then the wallet was thrown backwards and fell on the unconscious man who was covered by the rubbish pile in the alley.
"Hmph, poor ghost."
He didn't realize at all that if he wanted to maximize the effect of the ring, wearing it on his hand was actually the best choice.
In this era, the development of the banking industry is still relatively early, and private banks hardly exist. Even in a big city like Nolan, the original owner of Jenkins, who was born and bred, had never heard of a famous private bank.
Today's banks can provide very few services, most of which are deposit and withdrawal and remote transactions. The two most important ones are naturally the bank of Zhengshen [Missing Traveler] in November, and the Kingdom of Fidiktli official bank.
The foundation of the former is to provide convenient goods storage and retrieval services for travelers, and thus evolved into a financial institution; while the latter was proposed and established three years ago by Miss Jessica Windsor, a distant relative of the talented queen. of. She also has a thin lineage of royal blood, but the line of succession is out of ten. Jenkins has heard from Miss Mihail that this girl is quite powerful. She has taken over the government affairs of Windsor since she was 12 years old. It is said that the current Duke of Windsor She has already intended to let her inherit the title instead of those incompetent sons.
The business of official banks covers national bonds and other aspects. Although it seems more comprehensive than religious banks, quite a few people still follow banks that like travelers. In addition to higher interest rates, it is also because the business of religious banks will not be affected by countries and regions. limits.