Miss Miller looked out the window, her voice gradually lowered.
"Stop, please!"
She suddenly withdrew the Silence Charm, and then said loudly to the coachman.
Without even taking an umbrella, he jumped directly from the carriage into the snow, and then ran to the distance.
Jenkins froze for a moment, pulled out a one-shilling note from his pocket, asked the driver to wait for a while, and then chased after him with an umbrella.
Because of the footprints, he found the lady easily. She didn't run very far, and she was at the intersection of another main road after crossing the alley.
And at that fork in the road, apart from the sealed fruit stands beside the street and the closed shops on the side of the road, there was also a dark carriage parked.
A middle-aged man with a severely burned face held an oil lamp and sat on the carriage boards. The dark carriage door opened to Jenkins and Miss Miller.
The snow was still falling from the sky, and the coachman's brown hair was already covered with a layer of frost. He didn't care about these, just looked at the two people in front of him.
"Guest, do you want to take a car?"
The voice is calm and calm, but the eyes showing the whites of the eyes are a little scary.
Jenkins stood next to Miss Miller, holding an umbrella, and turned to look at her. The latter's face was obviously hesitant, but he quickly became determined.
"Can you wait a minute, I want to take the car, but now I need to go back to get my luggage."
"Can."
The coachman replied almost without a pause.
Although he knew Miss Miller's travel plan all along, after she gave him so much help, the sudden parting still made Jenkins feel a little uncomfortable.
He returned to his home with Miss Miller, and after helping her move the suitcase to the carriage, he returned to the intersection.
"Can you do me a favor? I'm going to trouble you again."
He took out the package to be sent to his pen pal, Miss Mary, and handed it to Miller.
"My pen pal is also in Ruen, since you're going there, give it to me."
He smiled reluctantly, feeling a little sad about the sudden parting. After coming to this world, I don't have many friends, and if I don't leave one, the number will be one less.
"Wait, what is this idea, Miss Miller is not dead!"
He corrected his thoughts in his heart, thought of the ritual that he spent almost all his savings to recover, and took out the spiritual magnet with his real name engraved on it.
"I also carry this, which can help us communicate remotely."
Miss Miller put it away too, and left him the damn congressman's letters. It's meaningless for her to take it away, it's better to let Jenkins keep it.
After doing this, the woman glanced at Jenkins reproachfully, and blamed:
"Don't make that look, Jenkins, it just makes you look more like a child. You look young enough already!"
After moving the luggage into the dark carriage, Jenkins smelled the strong smell of blood in the carriage after approaching.
"Are you really sure that you can avoid the driver's 'fare'?"
Because the coachman was by his side, Jenkins didn't dare to speak clearly.
"Don't worry, I know some very secret knowledge..."
She thought about it, as if she had figured out something, she stood in front of the carriage and smiled softly:
"Some monsters are extremely special. Most of these special monsters have their own intelligence and can communicate effectively. Some have no intelligence, such as the A-02-4-3868 I met three years ago, Haunted pay toilets.
There is a special type of currency recognized by them, which can be exchanged for the help of these special tricks. A-01-0-5001 to A-01-0-5017, seventeen crime coins, I mean them. "
While speaking, she took out two delicate pink round coins from her pocket, let Jenkins observe them, and handed them to the coachman.
The coachman quietly stretched out the bandaged, withered arm, then/clenched his fist, and put the coin back into his pocket.
"This is the gem of lust/desire. I found it three years ago when I was exploring an ancient tomb in the 13th era. Since you are the bestower of the Church of the Sages, you should be able to find relevant introductions in the library, but the amount of sin coins It's very rare and no one ever knew how to make it, which is a shame."
This is the answer to the question worth 200,000 gold pounds, and now Jenkins can get the answer for free.
He had guessed the purpose of the crime coin a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to be so.
"Wait, so, if I had sin coins when I met the little girl A-01-2-0198, wouldn't it be possible to..."
Miss Miller had climbed into the carriage, and the coachman raised his whip to set off.
"Then let's part here. Please apologize to Audrey for me. I don't have time to say goodbye to her."
She shook the spiritual magnet in her hand: "This stone is very interesting. I will probably be able to reach Nolan tomorrow, so see you tomorrow night!"
"See you tomorrow, have a good trip!"
Without thinking about other things, he stood on tiptoe, hugged Miss Miller through the car window, and then stood in the snow and waved goodbye.
The wheels turned slowly, but did not leave ruts in the snow. Miss Miller poked her head out of the window of the carriage again:
"I went to Ruen this time to visit Mr. JW who made great contributions to "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" and "Principles of Probability and Statistics". I think he should be the most powerful mathematician of this era. But I think this gentleman's research on mathematics may not be better than yours. After the visit, I will return to Nolan, and then we can discuss those interesting issues together. Goodbye, Jenkins!"
"Mr. J.W.?"
This was the first time Jenkins heard her mention the reason for going to Loen, and he was taken aback by the familiar initials.
Seeing the expression on Jenkins' face, Miss Miller, who poked her head out of the window frame, was also stunned: "What's wrong? Wait, JW, this can't be..."
The carriage drove quietly into the void, and the woman's voice echoed in the deserted street. Only Jenkins was left with a surprised expression on his face, raising his hand to look at the empty street covered in snow and the dark streetscape.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
He paused for each word, and asked towards the open space.
Returning home with a feeling of astonishment, after hastily finishing his dinner with chocolate, he wanted to take a look at the materials brought out from the underground of Pondon Winery, but Miss Delly rang the doorbell very punctually.
"Miss Miller is gone."
He stood in the hallway to let the woman in, helped her put the umbrella away and put it next to the hanger by the door, and then said very directly.
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