Jenkins suspected that those animals were attracted by the strange characteristics of the eyeballs. After all, the users of magic eyes are not required to be humans. And they dare not enter the house, probably because they are instinctively afraid of the breath left by the master who lives here.
Whether it's Jenkins or the extraordinary creature chocolate, it should be a deterrent to them.
It's less than six o'clock in the morning, and the winter morning sun comes very late, even the sun can't be seen on the distant horizon, and the city is still sleeping peacefully.
Today's itinerary has been arranged very well, Jenkins braved the snow and walked out of the house with the cat in his arms. There was no free carriage to stop at the intersection of St. George Street, and Jenkins had to walk two more streets against the snow before meeting a carriage that had just sent guests home.
This delayed some time, and it also violated Jenkins' plan to "get in the car as soon as he leaves the house". Generally speaking, the beginning of the plan encountered only some minor obstacles.
"Yes, the plan is going well."
Jenkins comforted himself anxiously, there was still a drop of divinity in his hand, which could correct the unexpected situation that occurred today. But if the accident happened twice, then there was really nothing to do. He quickly got out of the car in front of Miss Miller's apartment, and knocked on the door after cleaning the snow off his feet.
"Hi, I'm Jenkins Williams, I'm here to visit Miss Alexia Miller."
"Why so early?"
The suspicious landlady watched Jenkins through the small window in the door.
Jenkins knew her, but she didn't know Jenkins. But perhaps bewitched by Jenkins' youthful and handsome appearance again, she went to wake up Miss Miller who was sleeping soundly.
"Urgent!"
Turning his head and watching the landlady close the door, Jenkins said immediately, "I need your help, it is very urgent. In fact, this is the third time I have seen you on the 31st, and the thing is like this..."
He concealed some of the details that were leaked in the previous 31 days, gave a general overview of the matter, and then emphasized:
"It's all true. The last time you told me, these words can prove that what I said is true: Jenny, elderberry, leaning to the right forty-two degrees."
Miss Miller was holding the teacup, looking like she was just waking up from a big dream. But after listening to Jenkins' series of words, especially the last sentence, I stared at his face in a daze for a few seconds, and my eyes immediately became sharp:
"I see. I'll get those materials now and inform Audrey. I'll wait for you here at ten o'clock. If I move quickly, I hope to know more details. Jenkins, why do you always Encountered such a strange thing? I really want to know what it feels like to go back in time."
"I've heard you say this before. In fact, apart from a little dizziness, there is no special feeling."
Jenkins still saw her expression now.
"good luck."
"good luck."
Leaving the apartment with Miss Miller, they split into two carriages and left in two directions. Jenkins had borrowed her pocket watch, and it was a quarter to seven.
"So far so good."
Since the history this time will be remembered by everyone, Jenkins must go to his father to ask for leave, explaining that he will study astronomy with Miss Audrey today, so as not to arouse suspicion.
Because the next thing is very dangerous, he wants to leave his cat in the care of his father. But Chocolate grabbed his coat and didn't let go. Seeing that the time was about to be lost, he had to take it to the watch shop together.
This is the first thing to tackle today.
"Time, time!"
Sitting in the carriage, he kept muttering these words, making the driver in front of him suspect that his passenger was a lunatic. But now it is the hidden form of the black robe, and there is no need to worry about ruining the reputation of the great writer.
I came to the store in good time. Since a second is not bad, and the current actions have not caused a major shift in history, the middle-aged store owner Lukes Halipiah is still busy in the backyard.
Wrap the chocolate firmly in the coat to prevent accidental injury, and then carefully throw a few pieces of metal in an inconspicuous place in the shop.
After a quick glance at the storefront, everything was as expected.
"Let's start planning."
He walked quickly to the unique clock in the corner, and when he was about to touch it, the shopkeeper opened the back door and walked in empty-handed.
"As expected."
The timing of his actions was different from the previous ones, and it was obvious that Jenkins' actions had alarmed him.
"guest."
"Lukes Haripia, stop pretending!"
Jenkins said loudly without looking back, pretending to be very confident: "I know who you are and what you are going to do. Please die in peace. I will buy you a decent cemetery."
This sentence can be regarded as avenging the last time.
I reached out and was about to touch the clock, and the clicking sound rang clearly in my ears. In a slow second, the hands of the gift clock suddenly turned a slight angle, and the owner's hand was on Jenkins' shoulder.
The two maintained such actions. The former felt that he had a chance to win because he had gone back in time many times, and the latter also felt that he had a chance to win because he could manipulate time.
In other words, both men believed that time was on their side.
There was only a few seconds of surprise on Halipiah's face, and then he calmed down:
"Since you know who I am, why do you still think you can succeed? You don't think you can really destroy a gift, do you?"
"of course not."
Jenkins' hand hung two inches above the clock, "Actually, I'm just a poor second-level gifter. Even if you don't have this clock, I can't be your opponent."
"So you just hope to damage my clock and hope that your companions can avenge you?"
The corners of Jenkins' mouth curled up, and of course Harry Pia behind him couldn't see this scene.
"I'm going to do it."
With an early warning, he slammed his right hand down on the clock. There was another clear click sound, and the shopkeeper who accelerated his own time looked gloomy at the back of the blond young man in front of him.
"The guy who doesn't want to die."
He cursed in his heart, perhaps because he was worried that this person would have a curse such as an explosion after death, so he didn't choose to do it directly, but grabbed him, trying to interfere with the time of the two of them at the same time and pull the young man away from the clock.
Of course, since he is the master of the clock, only Halipiah can keep the mind synchronized while the body is being affected during this intervention.
PS: Ask for tickets and ask for tickets. Merry Christmas everyone. Christmas is not a traditional holiday in our country, nor is it a holiday, and I don't have a girlfriend, so I really think there is no reason to celebrate.