In Nolan City in November, citizens must wear winter clothes even in the afternoon. The air is still as bad, the gloomy sky and the fog make the city look lifeless.
At the corner of the street, he passed a boy running with a stack of newspapers. Only then did Jenkins remember that the Williams family had no relatives in the local area, and Robert had never taken him to a funeral. I don't know.
"Can't be rude at the funeral, especially Mr. Pisco has helped me so much. It seems that I can't go home for the time being."
The footsteps towards St. George's Avenue turned again. Since Hathaway's residence was far away, he hired a carriage at the corner of the street.
But not every visit came to fruition, and the maid in the house said that the red-haired lady hadn't been here all day.
With regret, I can only go home first.
Sometimes Jenkins really hopes that he can live in a house full of books and materials without going out for a hundred years, without wasting any time to improve his abilities.
It's not that he hates social activities, nor is he autistic, it's just that these things are really a waste of time compared to his goals.
He is a person with firm goals. For a greater dream, his eyes are always looking at the farthest place. Of course, he will occasionally look down at his cat.
Sometimes he would think that if he had come to a classical fairy world, then he would definitely become the most determined seeker.
Anyway, life has to go on. The inconveniences of winter make Jenkins miss the past time occasionally. In order to maintain the minimum dining standard, the gold pounds consumed on food have increased.
In order to make his wallet richer, Jenkins has to prepare some more potions of [Witch's Kiss] before the trading day.
He remodeled his basement, and intermittently used creation pencils to create a metal wall to separate a compartment as an operation room for pharmaceutical preparation.
Old Jack also sent a letter after the Reading Festival, asking Jenkins in a roundabout way if he had tried the potion formula in the previous letter.
He told the truth in the end, but still politely declined the invitation to become his apprentice and live in Shire.
The decoration in the operating room is very simple, only a clean workbench made of metal plates, and large and small glassware. There was a flower pot in the corner, and there were seedlings of fantasy flowers that had absorbed a lot of life spirits.
Jenkins didn't know how to get it into the next growth stage, and didn't dare to put it on the windowsill, so it was left there for now.
Anyway, it came for nothing, even if it withers because of lack of sunlight, it won't hurt too much.
Another decoration is the A-01-2-0198 enamel doll bought from a counterfeit shop. Three rows of long iron nails were driven into the wall, and a shelf was placed on the nails, and the exquisite painted enamel dolls were placed on the top floor.
Jenkins wanted to rely on seeing it often, trying to overcome his fear and discomfort with the flower girl. But it was later discovered that he couldn't connect the doll with the girl at all.
For some reason, there were no failures in the preparation of the potion this time, and the fusion of the materials by the Spirit of Life was astonishingly stable.
"Is the improvement of soul ability helpful for the preparation of potions?"
He muttered to himself, while Chocolate was lying on the chair behind him, fiddled with the flowers beside him with his paws.
When Jenkins gets down to business, he usually keeps the cats nearby. And chocolate doesn't bother men if it doesn't have weird thoughts.
Its ears moved a few times suddenly, the cat's head looked up suspiciously, and its whiskers quivered on its furry cheeks. Soon he lowered himself again, and called out to Jenkins:
"Meow~"
"What's the matter, do you want to eat?"
The man turned his head and asked while stirring the ** in his hand.
"Meow~"
Chocolate stood up, stretched out his front paws and swayed upwards a few times.
"Oh, there are guests coming!"
It was Hathaway Hessa who came to visit. In the evening, she had dinner with her family and went back to the residence by the river to pick up some clothes. Only then did the servants say that Jenkins had visited this afternoon.
"Please sit down."
He sealed up the operating room in the basement and cleaned up a large pile of debris in front of the fireplace in the living room before inviting the lady in. She was not impatient either. After entering the door, she handed the windbreaker and hat to Jenkins, and sat quietly on the sofa to look at the place.
After working in the kitchen for a while, I walked back to the living room with a teapot and a porcelain tea set on a tray. The figure of the woman is reflected on the glass of the window, appearing a little illusory.
Hathaway probably came alone, and Jenkins did not see the carriage or servants from the window.
"It's really troublesome for you, but I came here specially."
"It doesn't matter, St. George Street is not very far."
She looked at Jenkins' living room, and her eyes stopped for a while on the lady's pocket watch on the coffee table. The rose petal pattern and small shape were definitely not for men.
"Even if it's to save money, there's no need to use a women's watch, right?"
She didn't suspect that it was a gift from some lady to Jenkins.
"My watch will be fixed soon, it's just a replacement."
If you want to explain the origin of this watch, it will definitely involve the 31st. Jenkins sees no need for further action, although he has no immediate plans to repair the pocket watch.
After pouring out the tea, he also sat down and touched his nose:
"I went to see you this afternoon because I had some business. Oh, by the way, Miss Michel and I went out alone last night, and she invited me to a party."
Having said that, he looked up at the expression of the lady opposite. She nodded in surprise, raised her eyebrows, and signaled Jenkins to continue.
Although there were some bad thoughts in my heart, but thinking of who the man sitting opposite was, such thoughts disappeared in an instant.
"You should also know a lady named Lindsay? Yes, she is the granddaughter of the Speaker of the Kingdom..."
He briefly explained what happened last night, and warned:
"Miss Mihail is also my friend, so I hope you can... restrain her behavior, it is too dangerous. In addition, I got news from my friend today that the church has heard about this matter and started to investigate. Although the possibility of us being involved is slim, our vigilance cannot be let down."
"Psychic..."
For a moment, her face was gloomy and terrifying, and a slight fierce light flickered in her eyes:
"Hmph, Lindsay!"