Jenkins has fully appreciated the inconveniences of the times. For example, according to people's habits, on the New Year's Eve table, a whole roast goose is the most important meal. But in fact, very few families can do this.
Not to mention, the price of live geese this season is enough to scare away a large number of middle-class people. Even if they are rich, they must join an organization called [Goose Club]. goose.
Yes, it is only possible.
These things sound ridiculous, but they are the norm of this era. Jenkins has already figured out that if he can't get good food on New Year's Eve, he will go to church and spend it with the bishop. It is impossible that there will be no geese there.
It's not that he doesn't want to go home, but that an adult man like him who has moved out usually won't go home at that time.
Miss Mihail listened intently to Jenkins' description of the general content of the new book. Although many syllables in the puzzled words sounded like "goose", she was attracted by the content of the story and would not interrupt easily.
This story is completely in line with Miss Mihail's preferences, palace secrets, magical ice and snow magic, and the pure and flawless feelings between sisters, as well as the strong Princess Aisha... Although this is just a coincidence, all elements of this book are extremely accurate fit her requirements.
"Please stop talking."
Just halfway through the story, Miss Michael interrupted Jenkins with her hand.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, opened her beautiful green eyes and looked at the man sitting opposite:
"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry, I don't need to go any further. I thought this would be another warm fairy tale, but I didn't expect it to be... Sorry, I can't find an adjective. It's great! I want to be with you After the release of the new book, I will slowly savor the stories in it, so please stop talking about it.”
"Oh, yes, I shouldn't have revealed the content of the story in advance."
He smiled apologetically, "I don't think we need to wait for a long time. The story has been basically completed and will be published by the end of the year."
"That would be great. I hope that the new book will be as popular as Stranger's Tales. I wonder if Mr. Williams has read the latest newspapers? Your story collection has gained great popularity across the continent. Welcome, and high praise."
"I haven't read the newspaper, but there are a lot of letters from readers. To be honest, I made a mistake in buying fuel wood last month. These letters are enough for me to survive the cold winter."
"Humorous way of saying it, but don't you need to put away those letters? It's all..."
"No, no, some letters are indeed worth collecting, but most of them don't know what they mean. It's enough to read them once."
Hearing what Jenkins said, Miss Michel recalled the content of the letter that this dull man told everyone at the dance party one night.
In order to maintain her perfect ladylike image, she had to raise her hand to cover her mouth before she dared to chuckle.
Looking at the man's puzzled expression, he had to wonder in his heart whether the relationship between William and Hesha that he guessed really existed. After all, this man is not like the kind of playboy who would actively pursue a lady.
"Where are we going?"
He lifted the curtains of the carriage with his fingers and saw that they were gradually moving away from the city.
"A manor in the outskirts, the owner there can entertain us for dinner, but the game location is not there. We have to walk for a while after leaving the manor."
"Manor..."
In the distance, the shadow of the building can already be seen. Jenkins is familiar with this road, he has been here before, and encountered some accidents when returning to the city from this road.
"Is it the manor of Viscount Augustus?"
"Huh? You actually know Viscount Augustus?"
The originally barren manor, after half a month of hard work by the old housekeeper and servants, finally showed some popularity.
A servant had long been waiting for the arrival of the guests outside the manor, and led them to the restaurant of the manor.
The organizer of the game is Miss Lindsay, but the owner of the manor is Mr. Augustus. Although he didn't know why he agreed to entertain these young people here, the viscount seemed to be in a good mood.
He saw Jenkins at a glance, and when everyone was talking in groups of four or four in the room, he took the initiative to walk over. At this time, both of them were in the snow, and the Viscount was wearing a thick cotton coat.
Jenkins showed a sorry expression to Miss Mihail, the woman smiled softly, nodded with Viscount Augustus, and walked into the house.
"Long time no see, you look good today."
Jenkins was the first to say hello.
The viscount's complexion was indeed much better than last month. Although it was still sallow, he was finally a little angry. But even though he praised him, Jenkins vaguely felt that the Viscount's health might not recover so quickly.
"Hello, Lord Williamette."
He also greeted Jenkins very kindly, but he left after a few pleasantries. After all, this kind of weather is not suitable for talking outside. The Viscount, who will also be at the dinner later, told Jenkins how daring their "adventure" would be later on.
But when Jenkins asked where the game location was, the Viscount said that this was Miss Lindsay's secret, and he couldn't tell it before it started.
Jenkins looked back at the Viscount's back, and said to the butler standing by:
"Is there something on Viscount Augustus's mind? I found that although he looked good, he was frowning all the time just now."
"Oh, Mr. Baron, it's not a secret. You probably didn't read the latest newspaper carefully. The family cemetery was dug up. Among them, the grave of the viscount's seventh-generation ancestor was dug up. Poor The bones and funeral objects of Earl Bert J. Augustus have been stolen by thieves. It is dreadful, who would want to desecrate the bones!"
The old man pitifully closed his eyes and drew the holy emblem on his chest, probably because there were guests, so he didn't grit his teeth to insult the thief.
Jenkins thought of more things. After the [Life Sharing Alliance] arrived in Nolan, they bought corpses from many ways for experiments and rituals. Maybe those corpses that were completely buried in the ground during the plant growth process had Augustus Du's ancestors.
I seemed to have glimpsed the surname "Augustus" when I was collecting information on the bottom floor of the wine cellar, but I was in a hurry and didn't read it carefully.