Miss Michel showed an apologetic smile, as an apology for the unauthorized disturbance, and then said in a soft voice: "It's really an interesting book, I'm sorry to look through your things casually. I just saw the Holy Diklar family In part, rumors about this family can be seen even in the most orthodox history books."
It is not a simple matter to add the prefix "Holy" to a family's surname. This at least requires the ancestor of the family to be a genuine holy son, and the family can continue to do things for the church after the death of this glorious ancestor. contribute.
Take Jenkins for example, if his title of Holy Son can be announced to the public, and after his death, his direct descendants still believe in sages, work for the Sage Church, and at least one mortal bishop appears. Then after a few generations, people will spontaneously call this family the "Holy Williams Family".
Dad has ridiculed this incident. He believes that the biggest stumbling block on the way to the emergence of the "Holy Williams family" is that their ancestors were not interested in reaching out to women.
"No apologies, this book is nothing important."
As he spoke, he put the Ouija board and the small pocket on the counter next to Miss Mihail, and the lady tactfully closed the book again.
"I'll look for it, Dad put the identification results in..."
Jenkins was back behind the counter again, crouching down and rummaging. Miss Michael did not look at what Jenkins had set aside, but focused on the cat jumping on the counter.
"I'm really sorry for what happened at the pet management center last time. Hathaway may have apologized for me, but I'm still sorry for involving Mr. Williamette. I heard that the maid also shot you Is that right? I was confined at home by my father a few days ago, and I have never had a chance to explain this to you... "
Although in Britney Mihail's view, the relationship between the two is suspected to be rivals in love, but this does not prevent her from admiring the young writer in front of her. It is precisely because there are too many friends around me who hang out at banquets and salons all day long, but have no real talent, she can appreciate this man who looks no older than 18 years old, but is actually older than herself , is how remarkable.
I also heard some rumors from my father and some friends that Jenkins Williams has been favored by the Church of the Sages, vaguely meaning that he will be trained as the next bishop.
With Jenkins' appearance and style of conversation, Mihail has many friends who are "interested" in him. But she had never heard of one who succeeded. Like the ascetics in religious scriptures and ancient stories, asceticism is no longer enough to describe Mr. Williams.
"Such a person can be called a qualified gentleman."
She thought so, but at the same time she was still warning herself that she must be careful about the relationship between him and her lover.
"it's here!"
Jenkins finally found the page that Dad had left behind, stood up and handed it to her.
Miss Michael opened the paper in front of Jenkins, and looked directly at the final conclusion.
"Sure enough..."
The expression was a little regretful, but he didn't seem to care much.
"I want to ask one more question, Miss Mihail, are you still pursuing the so-called unknown power?"
"After going through the dangerous thing last time, so many friends died unfortunately..."
With a sad look on her face, she was referring to the Little Wellington Demon incident.
"Hathaway also persuaded me to stop pursuing such things. I am no longer what I used to be, and now it is just a hobby."
Jenkins didn't know whether to believe it, but then he remembered how she had nothing to do with him for a penny, and stood listening without speaking.
The blond-haired lady was talking, seeing Jenkins' expression of listening carefully, unconsciously thinking of the excellence of this man. Make up your mind to let him leave Hathaway.
"Mr. Williams, do you have time next week?"
"Well?"
Why did the topic suddenly change here
"What's matter?"
"On Thursday next week, my friends want to make some small games with Ouija boards. Since it's a game, it will naturally be more lively. I don't know if you have time."
Seeing that Jenkins was still hesitating, she added:
"Dad mentioned in the chat with me that I hope you can participate in such social activities more. It won't take too long, and the activities will be held at night. Everyone is young, and there will be no danger."
Jenkins blinked again at the Ouija board and accessories on the table.
"There is no inspiration, and if Dad knows that I refused, he will not be happy. Thursday is the first day of next month, and there is no important thing..."
"Okay, then we'll see you then."
A sincere smile appeared on Miss Mihail's face, she nodded gracefully, then turned around and stretched out her hand in white lace gloves to beckon the maid to get the things on the counter:
"That would be great, and my friends should be delighted to see you, too."
After leaving the antique shop that evening, Jenkins in disguise went to the second-floor mansion again. Looking up, there are two flower pots there. One pot is red, and there is nothing in the other pot.
He nodded, and instead of paying attention to the house, he turned left and entered an alley.
On the avenue behind, there are only a few fallen leaves blowing in the wind on the empty street. At least 20 years ago, citizens who were away from home would not dare to walk along the walls of houses, because they wanted to prevent being drenched by the garbage and excrement that fell from upstairs.
But with the development of steam power and geared mechanical science, not only social civilization is progressing, but also some practical household appliances have appeared. The kingdom has spent a lot of effort to standardize the sanitation standards of the city, and now, at least on the main roads of the city, such a scene is no longer seen.
The cleanliness of the alley that Jenkins entered is also very good. Except for some weeds and moss-like things at the bottom of the walls on both sides, the ground here is so clean that it is suspected that this is a private territory.
Looking up and looking at the two sides, the buildings next to it are commercial buildings, but since there are windows facing the alley, it is very incredible that no one dumps garbage down.
Go forward to the end of the alley, a brick wall blocks the way forward.
"Red is fifth from the top, and no plants are first from the left."
He muttered softly, tapped his fingers on the brick wall, and found his target.