Hathaway, who looked fierce, really surprised Jenkins:
"I don't think you should be so stupid..."
he asked cautiously.
"of course not."
The woman snapped back, then smiled apologetically, let out a long sigh, and leaned back on the back of the chair:
"I just feel a little tired. The bestowers like us are desperately avoiding all kinds of inexplicable things, but ordinary people are full of interest in exploring the unknown."
"That's because they don't know how to be in awe."
Jenkins took the words, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the tail of chocolate flashing in front of the kitchen door, "We know more, we have more, we know things that are more terrifying and mysterious, so we know how to be in awe... Please wait a moment .”
Standing up and walking towards the kitchen, the chocolate was rummaging in the basket on the table. There are some dinner plates stored there, and Jenkins, who has recently suffered a serious decline in his diet, is trying to draw some food in his memory out of a whim.
There are a small amount of successful products on the dinner plate, but doing so is too exhausting for the spirit, so he just makes some after dinner as a dessert after dinner.
What chocolate is looking for should be today's creamy ice cream.
"It will spoil your stomach."
It grabbed the cat by its neck and held it in its arms, then walked back to the living room.
Hathaway was turning her head to stare at the fire, and turned her head when she heard footsteps, and was immediately amused by the picture of Jenkins walking with the cat.
"Sorry, my cat wants to steal it again. I just said... oh, yes, anyway, please restrain Miss Mihail's behavior. This kind of thing is really dangerous."
"I understand, and thank you very much."
"You're welcome, but don't tell me. I told her about it. I promised her not to."
The red-haired lady smiled softly and nodded slightly.
"Visiting me in the afternoon is not just for this matter, is it?"
Jenkins patted his head, and then remembered what happened in the afternoon:
"Yes, a friend of mine passed away and there is a funeral tomorrow afternoon, but I have no experience with this type of event, so want to..."
"no problem."
"Oh, please hear me out, there's actually one more thing. Well, a very important thing..."
He blushed and muttered for a long time before he made up his mind to speak out the request. Under normal circumstances, Jenkins would not easily trouble others:
"Today I went to visit Bishop Parode of the church, and he told me that this year's Ritter Prize seems to have been decided for me."
"Yeah?"
She asked in surprise, then stood up and wanted to say something, then sat back down again.
"This is really amazing, this is the highest honor in the kingdom's literary world! I thought that only old gentlemen with glasses could win such an award. This is really..."
She looked even more excited than Jenkins, expressing her joy incoherently:
"Mr. Williams, congratulations."
Standing up, he stretched out his white right hand pretendingly. Jenkins also stood up, waved the non-existent hat on his head, then bent down and bowed, and finally shook the woman's hand a few times.
The chocolate on the back of the seat obviously rolled his eyes.
"So you're going to become a real nobleman?"
"What's the meaning?"
After the two sat down again, the conversation continued.
"Don't you know? The winners of the Ritter Award over the years will be knighted by the king at the dinner after the award ceremony. Since you are now an honorary baron, at least you can get the title of baron."
Jenkins really doesn't know about this. It seems that Beldyran's journey is much more difficult than he imagined.
"So now I am facing a problem. Because I have to meet the king, I think the royal family should send professionals to train me in emergency etiquette skills. But this may not be enough. Mr. Bishop asked me to find a place for myself before leaving Norland. A professional etiquette teacher."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the lady opposite without blinking.
"I?"
"My social circle is very small. I'm afraid this kind of thing can only trouble you. Of course, if you have an etiquette teacher you are familiar with, you can also recommend it to me."
The woman shook her head lightly: "In previous years, the awarding time of the Ritter Awards is usually in the middle of this month. Although there are many etiquette teachers, it is difficult for me to find one for you in a hurry. After all, there is not much time. If not, you really Don't mind, I can teach you some basic etiquette lessons in the next half month. It's just the basics. Teacher Sadana used to complain that I'm not a person who likes rules."
"No problem, thank you very much!"
He let out a long sigh of relief, the most important thing now is to confuse the matter of receiving the award. As for the next thing, he can take his time. Whether it is Hathaway or Miss Audrey, they should be able to help him find a professional etiquette teacher in the local area.
That night, Hathaway spent a long time telling Jenkins the customs and taboos of attending funerals. There were no interesting customs in it, and the mood turned bad again when it came to paying tribute and mourning.
"Who is that friend of yours?"
"Mason Piscoe. As you should know, that very famous screenwriter who wrote Mr. Butter's Forever 31 Days."
Without explaining how he got acquainted with the gentleman, Hathaway didn't ask, noticing Jenkins' low mood.
The next day was Saturday, and Jenkins got up early to go to the store because he had to take time off in the afternoon to attend the funeral. He knew that his father would definitely grant leave, but the recent frequent leave still made him feel bad.
When we got to the store, Dad was sitting in an antique rocking chair in front of the fire reading today's Nolan Journal.
"Is it so early today?"
Eyes look over the glasses at the young man.
"Oh, I have some things to ask for leave in the afternoon, so come early in the morning."
"Go there if you have something to do. There's not much business in the store recently."
The old man spoke slowly, and turned his attention to the newspaper again.
It's already the third day of the month and the antique store has only made one sale. Moreover, it was a fake that was almost a handicraft, and the buyer was also an old player in antique collection, so he made up his mind to buy it only because he liked the style of the bowl.
"It's okay, I'm not a relative, I just need to arrive at the cemetery in the afternoon."
"It's a funeral..."
The old man shook his head, "Remember to dress decently and bring a bouquet of flowers. I remember that your clothes are all black, which is also convenient."