Jenkins was still thinking about those gold pounds until he sent Captain Bincy to the door of the store and watched him walk into the smoke.
But in fact, although due to fear of being discovered, the reward could not be claimed. But even if he didn't worry about it, he couldn't prove that he was a twin demon. Unless you release the Soul Emblem or similar abilities, but Jenkins is not the kind of person who doesn't care about anything for gold pounds.
"Maybe in the next book, you can choose a protagonist like Grandet."
He was trying to distract himself with such thoughts, but he was actually trying to make some more money through a side job writing books. Now his pockets are empty, and he has less than 300 gold pounds at his disposal. Although his house is only at this price, no, now that there are no haunted rumors, it may be more expensive, but the house cannot be cashed in, otherwise one person and one cat will sleep on the street.
With melancholy about the future, Jenkins spent the evening. He didn't really care much about the three women he killed, especially after he knew what the crimes of these three people were. It will take a long time for the night watchmen to investigate the reason why the Witch's House came to Nolan. During this period, Jenkins does not want to have any contact with this matter.
In order to wait for his father, or to understand what happened, he stayed late on purpose, but the old man was still nowhere to be seen.
Calculating the time, the maid hired by the family is almost here, so she can only wake up the sleeping cat lying in front of the fireplace, and prepare to leave.
"Damn weather!"
With a grunt, Jenkins locked the front door of the antique store with an iron lock, then patted the cat that was curled up against his chest to keep it from moving around, and then walked into the smog that enveloped the city.
The more winter it gets, the more exhaust fumes the factory seems to produce. The gloomy weather combined with the choking fog made visibility very low in the evening.
Under the clothes that others couldn't see, red flames overflowed from the man's pores, and then attached to the body surface to increase body temperature. The candle's flame can be switched between "healing" and "burning" at any time after the two gifts are fused. It's not like a game has clear boundaries, but it's just a matter of Jenkins's thoughts. As long as the spirit in his body is sufficient, he can control the flames to emerge from the body surface in different ways at any time.
A small figure loomed at the intersection ahead, and Jenkins slowed down. When I got closer, I realized that it was a little girl selling flowers.
"A bit familiar."
With that thought in his mind, he subconsciously stopped. Some people were attacked by wild dogs when they were young, so they would detour when they saw wild dogs when they were adults. This is almost the case with Jenkins now, but he encountered creatures that were infinitely cuter and scarier than wild dogs.
"I remembered."
Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief. He was here last time. He met this little girl on the way to Dad's antique shop. He even threw some money to her. He didn't expect to meet her again this time.
The girl in front of me was wearing a loose, patched overcoat. Due to her short stature, her overcoat almost dragged to the ground. Probably because it was too cold, the girl leaned against the metal pipe on the low wall behind her, stood there tremblingly, and looked at every passerby with her eyes.
The shoes on the feet exposed the toes, and a bunch of withered and yellow hair seemed to be tied up with dry grass. Judging by the general situation in the slums of Nolan City, the girl's pale complexion was partly due to the weather, and partly due to severe malnutrition. There is no concept of child labor in this era. In fact, being able to make money without breaking the law is a manifestation of luck. Selling newspapers, selling flowers, pasting matchboxes, these are things that children can do with their skills and abilities.
But if she gets sick this winter because of the cold, it almost means that she will never see the sunshine next spring.
Although Nolan Municipality and the Orthodox Church will conduct charity activities or open some buildings to accommodate the poor in winter, but compared with Nolan's huge local slum population, these are far from enough.
Jenkins hesitated to stand outside the psychological safety range, but felt unsafe and took a few steps back. He looked tangledly at the girl in the distance who was leaning on the pipe for warmth, and then walked to the other side of the street pretending to be natural, but peeked there from time to time.
"She won't be on this road all winter... I have to pass here every day."
Thinking of this, Jenkins stopped against the street wall on the other side of Fifth Queen's Avenue, then undid a few buttons in the middle of his coat, and pulled out the extremely reluctant chocolate.
First, he took a 10 gold note from his pocket, but he quickly shook his head, patted himself on the head, and put the shredded 3 pound notes, which were all shillings and pence, into an original bearing bag. In a small cloth bag containing charms.
"there."
He put the cloth bag in front of the cat, and she turned her head to look at the trembling flower girl, and then at the things at her feet, she let out a reluctant cry, lowered her head and bit the string that tied the cloth bag tightly.
Jenkins stood where he was, watched the chocolate stop, waited for the carriage carrying an old gentleman to pass, and then ran across the street. With the girl's terrified and puzzled expression, she threw the cloth bag at her feet, and then ran back quickly, wagging her tail.
The flower seller looked at the things under her feet hesitantly. Maybe she had misunderstood something. Not only did she not move forward but she retreated, but when she saw the cat being picked up by Jenkins, she knelt down to pick it up carefully. After opening and seeing the banknote, he seemed to be frightened again, and looked at Jenkins in the distance in horror.
"Well, I may have been misunderstood."
He thought so, some flower girls in this era are still working part-time in illegal industries. But unexpectedly, the girl stretched her head to look at him again, and then quickly bowed, as if she recognized that this was the gentleman from last time. She wanted to come over to say thank you, but was stopped by an equally terrified Jenkins.
Jenkins pointed to the girl, waved his hand quickly, and walked away along the wall with the chocolate in his arms.
"Sir, may God bless you!"
Naturally, he couldn't hear the young girl behind him praying in a low voice. After repeating it three times, she saw that there was no one around, and quickly ran to the side alley. I hid the cloth bag and most of the banknotes in the trash, leaving only a 1 shilling note pressed at the bottom of the flower basket, and then returned to the original place where the flowers were sold.
Through the fog in the evening, the hurried figure of Jenkins could no longer be seen, and the girl could only wish him silently in her heart:
"Thank you, sir."