"Speaking of which, now A-01-1-0034, Mister Mischief's counterfeit shop, has anyone used it?"
Jenkins is still thinking about it.
Dad was having breakfast. He seemed to have left the house very early this morning. When Jenkins came to the store with the sleepy-eyed cat in his arms, Dad just came back from outside.
"Miss Bevanna went there once, but I don't know exactly what she did."
Dad picked up the meat in the porridge with a fork and shook it at the chocolate. Chocolate turned around slowly and changed the direction of lying on her stomach.
"What does your cat usually eat?"
The old man smiled and put the meat into his mouth.
"Meow~"
"Oh, it's the same food as ordinary cats."
Sitting in front of the fireplace, Jenkins, who was scrubbing the silverware in his hand, waved at the chocolate, and it immediately jumped from the cushion on the counter to Jenkins' feet, and was grabbed by his waist and hugged.
The old man pouted secretly, and asked again: "Last weekend, when you went to apply for a city residence permit for the cat, didn't you encounter a shooting case? Didn't Mihail say anything else?"
"She apologized to me when she came to pick up the Ouija board yesterday evening, and then said that she invited me to a private party."
"You agree?"
"Agreed, she seems very sorry for implicating me that day..."
Speaking of this, Jenkins realized that the unreasonable disaster that day was indeed inseparable from Miss Michel. But at that time, he was only thinking of ways to get revenge on that maid, and he didn't have time to think about other things.
"Maybe at the party next week, she wants to make up for me..."
Thinking of this, Jenkins began to think about the recent things related to "lost military documents", "Secret of Marquis Mihail", and "Miss Miller's investigation commission".
"A party? That's good. Michel's friend is also a noble daughter. You should learn to get along with this kind of lady."
The old man was still chattering. He looked at the door of the antique shop and found that there were no customers there, so he added meaningfully:
"Even if you can't find a suitable marriage partner for the time being, you can try to get along with the ladies first. It is also very useful for the future to find a female friend who can communicate deeply."
Jenkins pretended not to understand, and continued to focus on the silverware in his hand.
"As long as you truly become a god, you will have everything. You don't need to deliberately pursue it now."
he said to himself. Jenkins thinks he is not an ascetic person, on the contrary, he occasionally has some unrealistic dreams. But he knows what he wants, and if he really becomes a false god with a priesthood and can produce his own divinity, then he can get what he wants.
This is the more attractive pursuit.
When I got home at night and was reading a book wrapped in a quilt on the carpet in front of the fireplace, Miss Miller made a surprise visit.
He still wanted some face, so under the pretext of changing into clothes suitable for receiving guests, he hurriedly took back the inappropriate items in the living room to the guest room on the first floor, and then let her in.
She, Miss Miller, still carried the khaki bag, but she brought the good news that Jenkins' potion had found a sale.
"It's not the giver, it's ordinary people who want to buy, very rich ordinary people."
She said so, and took three bottles of the potion from Jenkins as the first shipment. If the transaction goes smoothly and the other party is satisfied with the effect of these potions, then before Miss Miller leaves Nolan City, she will transfer the sales channel to Jenkins.
"Maybe this is the benefit of having friends?"
He was not at all happy that he had found a way to make money again, and he planned how to repay Miss Miller's help.
The next few days were extremely peaceful. Most of the letters sent to Eldron have reached their destination, which can be seen from the sum of money in the bank account.
The development of the matter is exactly as Jenkins expected. As long as this development is maintained, there is no need to worry about sending and replying letters. Just sitting at home, deposits from citizens of distant countries can be automatically collected into your own bank account. What could be more wonderful than this
"Wait, Jenkins, you're not going to take this money! You're not a scammer!"
He often reminded himself that.
There is no difference between Eldron's early morning and Nolan's early morning, but as the City of Thousand Trees, the air here is much better than Nolan's.
The sleepy little Hangleton got up from the bed, pulled out two shoes from under the bed and put them on his feet, splashed water on his face and went out.
As in the past, he was wandering the streets idly, planning where to get some food that Mark fooled for the day. If you're lucky, you can go to Banana's place at night...
"Hi, Hangleton!"
The shout in the distance awakened the young man from his fantasy, and he ran to the alley in front of him with small steps. Several young men dressed in the same clothes and smoking cigarettes were leaning against the wall and waiting for him.
"What are you doing? As usual?"
Although they are just punks on the street, the young and energetic young people still pretend to greet their companions in slang, pretending that they are the real gangsters who haunt the dark.
"as usual."
The boy in the gray shriveled hat squatting at the base of the wall responded with the same "gangster" air.
Little Hangleton joined them, stood leaning against the wall, and retrieved from the lining of his coat a cheap cigarette that still lit.
"Hey buddy, do you have any matches?"
He asked his companion on the side. The tall and thin young man glanced at him and twisted his fingers: "A copper."
"Cut~"
Little Hangleton tried his best to make a disdainful expression, but his withered hair was thrown back. He put the cigarette horizontally in front of his nose and sniffed it, and looked at the oldest person in the group, who was also the nominal leader of the group.
Although a group of punks doesn't need a leader.
"Looks like they've been short of money recently."
He smiled, and the scar on his face trembled. It is said that this scar was left during a fight with others, and this scar is also one of the reasons why everyone believed in him as the leader.
"Who can do without Mark?"
The young people talked in a hurry.
"I heard a very good thing. As long as you send money to a certain address of Nolan, you will get a 100% return in a short time."
As the leader said so, he pressed the half-smoked cigarette on the wet soil, where someone urinated in the middle of the night.
Little Hangleton couldn't help showing envy for such a wasteful action.