Unable to feel the touch from above, Chocolate opened a cat eye and glanced upwards, then stood up from Jenkins' knees and shook the hair on his body.
He quickly jumped off the man, turned around and stared at him with piercing eyes for a while, gave a light "meow~", then ran out of the living room on tiptoe, and deftly walked out of the room door. The small door was drilled out.
It was still snowing in the dark, and the flame in the indoor fireplace could not illuminate the outside because the curtains were not drawn.
It waved its paws at the widow's house next door with a little hostility, and then quickly sneaked into the shadows.
When it reappeared, it was already at the entrance of the alley closest to Papa's antique shop.
When the carriage passed by, the kerosene lamp beside the driver happened to form a small shadow at the entrance of the alley, and the cat came out from there.
It stepped on the snow along the deserted Fifth Queens Avenue, and soon came to the door of Papa's antique shop.
Dad isn't in the shop right now, with so much going on today, there's still so much he needs.
Although the door is locked, that doesn't stop Chocolate. It went through the wall and the floor to the storage room directly under the counter, looked around, and found a round stone ball.
The cat's claw easily broke through the complicated protective measures of the old man, and flicked the stone ball to his side.
The cat lowered its head and poked it back and forth with its two front paws, with a very serious expression. After a while, some dark lines appeared on the surface of the stone ball.
It stopped its movements, waved its claws to let the stone ball float by its side, and then brought it back home. Jenkins still kept leaning on the sofa, breathing steadily and slowly.
Although he was only wearing a white shirt, he was very close to the fireplace, so it shouldn't be very cold. The man's young face was shining brightly under the firelight. Choco stared at it for a while with cat eyes widened before suddenly realizing what he was about to do.
It curled up the orb with its fluffy tail and jumped onto Jenkins with it.
The man was alarmed, but he was so tired, he just touched the chocolate dissatisfied, and fell asleep again without even opening his eyes.
The cat's tail slowly raised upwards, and the end of the straight tail was a rolled stone ball. The stony cortex was peeling off, and the dust was swept away by the airflow coming out of nowhere before it fell on the body of the man and the cat.
Finally, the ever-large black eyeball appeared in Chocolate's tail hair. It squirmed and wanted to escape, but after being shaken by the chocolate a few times, it fell silent.
The tip of the tail was close to Jenkins' heart, and there was a vicious look in the strange black eyes.
The black silk threads leaked out from the pupils, carefully passed through the fibers of the shirt and rooted into the skin, thousands of open eyes loomed in the air, staring coldly at the sleeping person.
At this moment, zero o'clock came.
A loud and distant bell rang in his ears, and the continuous sound made the sleepy Jenkins a little conscious.
"Ah, I almost forgot that today is the end of the month!"
He was thinking this way in a daze, feeling his body continuously falling in a white mist.
There were slight whispers in the sky, and among the whispers and whispers, there were also loud singing voices.
Those looming voices are so sacred, so pure, so ethereal, as if thousands of immature children are singing together, or pure virgins are whispering, so that Jenkins almost ignores the others sound.
It was still so messy and unreasonable, but the strange knowledge was inexplicably understood. As this process continued, the mood gradually became irritable, but the faint cold feeling from the forehead finally calmed down the mood.
Two huge figures appeared in the sky, it can be clearly seen that they are a man and a woman, and the figure of the woman is so...
His head felt a little drowsy, drowsiness gushed out again, and his consciousness gradually returned to chaos. He was in no mood to resist anymore, and with those strange and weird voices, all thoughts disappeared again.
On the sofa, Chocolate looked up at the golden aura flickering violently from the man's body.
The eye tightly curled up by the tail was still aggressively climbing on Jenkins' body with its black tentacles. But the moment the man's consciousness heard the strange murmur, his eyeballs showed fear as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
It wants to get off the Jenkins skin, but Chocolate won't let it. The tens of thousands of eyes watching this scene in the void showed pleading expressions at the same time, and the cat just pretended not to see it.
After only persisting for two seconds, it turned into a stone, and the black eyeballs, together with the phantom in the void, dispersed bit by bit.
The kitten shook its tail, swept the dust off Jenkins, and nodded in satisfaction.
Came to the side of the soft cushion ready to sleep, but seemed to remember something, jumped on the carpet, then ran into the side room, biting a small blanket and came back.
Covering it on Jenkins' body, he let out a cry of satisfaction, found the softest area on the sofa, scratched it with his paws in peace of mind, and then lay down again and fell asleep.
When Jenkins opened his eyes again, it took him a few seconds to remember what had happened before he fell asleep.
He touched the blanket on his body in surprise, then looked at the sleeping kitten curled up into a hairball, and grinned.
"Chocolate can be regarded as refined."
Because the sleeping posture is extremely incorrect, after standing up, not only the neck is sore, but also the whole body has different degrees of pain and numbness. It's just that the spirit has inexplicably increased a lot. Jenkins tentatively guessed that it was the increase in his feelings about the world when he listened to the whisper last night.
On the coffee table was a lady's pocket watch that belonged to Miss Miller, which Jenkins had forgotten to return. Although it was possible to go directly to Miss Miller's side with the help of Protoss Lacour, Jenkins thought it was a bit of a fuss.
"It just so happens that my pocket watch is broken, so let's use this one first."
He opened the watch cover and looked at it. It was seven o'clock now.
If we go back in time, on the night of the 31st in the correct history, Miss Dolores Stuart in Loen was also looking at her pocket watch.
Loen City is the capital of the kingdom, located in the northern part of the entire continent. The special geographical location makes it low temperature all year round, so the population is not comparable to the big cities in the southern kingdom.
But after all, it is the capital of one of the largest kingdoms on the mainland, and even on winter nights, it is still very lively.
The royal palace is located on a protruding hill in the center of the city, and the holy double moons are already hanging on the zenith, but their light is still not comparable to that of the palace.
The Stuart family was not the kind of royal family that loved frugality. In fact, most of the light that could illuminate the entire palace came from expensive spiced candles rather than cheaper gas lamps.
The royal family believes that only in this way can the dignity of the royal family be demonstrated to the public.
Compared with the lady's watch used by Mr. Writer, Her Royal Highness's pocket watch is much more luxurious. Through the dial carved from a single piece of gemstone, the fine gear structure can be clearly seen in operation.
But the transparency of the gemstone is just right so that the owner will not pay too much attention to those gears, so as not to rob the protagonist of the pointer.
Miss Stuart watched the time anxiously, and the slender eyebrows that the maid took a lot of effort to draw were frowned.
She was sitting at the dining table at this time, and for various reasons, she was the only family member who appeared here tonight.
When exactly seven o'clock came, Her Royal Highness stood up and left the almost untouched dinner on the table.
The servants pushed open the door and bowed down to salute the princess. She ignored these at all, and led a group of redundant maids to turn around the empty corridor, pass through the snow-covered courtyard, ignored the reminder from the nun behind her, and carried her skirt up the steps of the tower, and finally reached the highest point of the east tower of the castle. layer.
Standing there, you can overlook the whole city.
With the excuse of being alone, Dolores turned away the followers. Looking at the bustling city outside the window and the magnificent scenery frozen thousands of miles away, Dolores let out a long breath.
"Have you got it?"
she asked softly.
The maid Julia came out from the secret passage behind the bookshelf with a worried expression on her face. She held a handkerchief with blue borders in her hand, and on the handkerchief was an inconspicuous wooden box.
"Your Highness, will this..."
"When there is no one else, you can just call me... Forget it. It doesn't matter, dear Julia, the whole operation was carried out by reliable people, who would know? Besides, this belongs to Stuart s things."
As the young princess spoke, she turned around and opened the wooden box in the maid's hand.
Inside lay a transparent light blue chess piece quietly. When the box was opened, icy cold air and a faint mist seeped out of it.
"Your Highness!"
The maid knelt down on one knee and brought the chess piece in front of Dolores. Her Royal Highness smiled shyly, stared at the chess piece with obsessive eyes, and then twisted it with her thin white hands.
The cool feeling extended along the arms to the heart, and the chess piece disappeared in the palm of the hand.
Dolores stretched out her hand to pull her personal maid up, then turned around, looking at the night sky outside the window with a smile on her lips.
The Milky Way hangs upside down, and the twin moons happen to be in the best direction of sight. The cold night wind blows into the room, causing Dolores' hair to fly behind her.
A transparent body emerged from Dolores' back, and finally turned into a majestic archer holding a bow.
The body is made entirely of transparent ice, with complex ice-blue runes appearing on the inside. The archer's face was completely covered by the ice helmet, and the arrow basket on his back was empty, but the menacing bow in his hand made no one doubt the hero's strength.
PS: I originally planned to add a new update to celebrate New Year's Day, but after counting the archived manuscripts, due to the serious illness last month and the addition of updates, there are very few. So I can only make a 3000-word chapter to celebrate and ask for tickets.