In fact, after returning from the cemetery in the suburbs this evening, Chocolate had already pawed at him trying to express dissatisfaction, so he couldn't leave him alone at home tonight anyway.
Jenkins thought for a while, tried the ritual method submitted by Miss Magic, and found that chocolate could also be the target of projection, and it was much easier to take it to Loen than to bring people.
There is no need to think about the next thing, and the cat will also have the opportunity to experience the style of the northern and foreign capitals.
He deliberately changed his clothes, stroked the kitten lying on his lap, and looked at the pocket watch on the table.
At exactly seven o'clock, a pulling force from above gave him the illusion of flying into the air. After a short second, he still maintained his sitting posture, but the scene in front of him had completely changed.
There was no gas lamp lit in the dimly lit room, only the flickering flame of the fireplace.
In front of the fireplace was a soft blue-and-white rug, and around it were five or six heavy armchairs, in which Miss Miller and Jenkins were each sitting.
The decoration in the room can barely be seen clearly, this is really a big house.
Judging from the furnishings, this should be a living room or a reception room. There is a large space behind the chairs, and the coffee table and sofa are at the other end of the room; there are bookshelves and storage tables near the wall, and there are some golden utensils and silverware.
Sniffing, Chocolate stripped his clothes and wanted to get into his arms.
"It's cold in here."
This is his first opinion on foreign countries.
"Used to it."
Miss Miller fiddled with the hair beside her ears and chuckled: "It seems that the process went smoothly. I was worried that your ceremony would go wrong. This is really an interesting ceremony. I don't know where you got it from."
"It cost me 8,000 pounds, all of my property."
Spreading his hands to warm the fire in the fireplace, he thought again of his lost assets.
Miss Miller's life here seems to be very good, such a house is not easy for ordinary people to rent.
There was still some light outside the window, and the light from the double moons allowed Jenkins to barely see the snow outside. This is the real kingdom of ice and snow. Nolan's snow cannot be called snow at all.
"Is life going well in Loen? Do you need my help?"
Out of courtesy, he asked.
"It went well and I made some new friends."
Her smile seemed to contain other meanings, but Jenkins didn't understand: "If it's convenient, you can indeed help me, but the main task tonight is to take you around the city. If you want Perfect your new book, then the night scene of Loen must not be missed."
"Then I will trouble you."
He nodded.
Stretching out his hand, flames rose from his palm: "The person who emptied my wallet did not lie. The improved ritual can indeed allow the projection to have all the power of the body."
Of course, this has a price, the loss of the spirit is almost twice that of the normal state. If not, Jenkins might suspect that Miss Magic is the god of rituals.
Following Miss Miller out of the room, even though there were some guesses in his mind, the area of the residence still exceeded Jenkins' imagination.
This is simply a small manor. What's even more frightening is that this place is actually the center of Loen. From a distance, you can see the brightly lit palace where the royal family lives on the hill.
"Could it be possible to make a fortune quickly by studying mathematics?"
He thought in surprise, stepping on the snow with Miss Miller to the outside. Now he doesn't feel at all that this is coming to Ruen by projection, and all the feelings are real.
As long as he doesn't leave the spiritual magnet in Miss Miller's hand, his spirit is enough for him and the cat to move here for three days.
The premise is not to use any abilities and gifts.
The snow in the yard has been cleared, but the cleared path is threatened by snowflakes floating in the sky. Chocolate hid in the coat pocket and refused to come out, no matter how much Jenkins slapped it, he would not be obedient.
"This is the house of a friend I just met. She saw that I didn't have a place to buy in Ruen, so she lent it to me temporarily."
Miss Miller explained, leading Jenkins out. The cold wind is so bitter that white mist can be formed in one breath. Fortunately, I changed my clothes before coming here, otherwise I might catch a cold tomorrow.
"Do projections catch a cold too?"
He thought in his heart and couldn't help but feel amused.
"That friend of yours is really rich, is she a gifter?"
"Yes, I discovered this by accident. But this person is very vigilant, and I need your help to 'accidentally' let her discover my identity."
"That's perfectly fine."
Jenkins believes that his acting skills have reached the point of perfection.
The Hampawa Kingdom is the largest of the three kingdoms, but due to extreme weather, there are many areas that are completely unsuitable for human habitation.
But thanks to the vast land, factories don't have to compete with cities for land. The royal family is very far-sighted, setting aside special areas around large cities to build factories, so that factories of the same type can be placed in one place, which is convenient for traffic planning and transportation of product raw materials.
This also caused the air quality in Loen to be excellent, and even a plume of smoke could not be seen from a distance.
However, the urban planning and public service facilities here are also very backward. There are mostly two or three-story stone houses with a sense of the times along the street. Due to planning problems, the steam pipes are all climbing on the outdoor wall. This also led to poor viewing of the street view, at least not as good as Nolan or Shire.
After stepping out of the courtyard of the mansion, Jenkins and Miss Miller strolled side by side through the streets for a while, listening to her explain some local anecdotes and customs.
Snowflakes soon covered his shoulders and hair, and two strings of footprints stretched from behind. I heard from the newspaper that Ruen is also planning the construction of street lights in the city, but at least not now.
Turning the corner, two patrolling policemen came from the other side of the street with oil lamps. Subconsciously wanted to dodge, but soon realized that it was a legal action now, and Ruen didn't have a curfew.
The police gentlemen wore heavy overcoats, probably because Jenkins and Miss Miller had extraordinary temperaments, and they didn't look like bad guys. They just greeted them politely and reminded them to go home as soon as possible, and then walked in different directions.
There were no pedestrians on the street, and the noise of drunks and whispers in the alleys that Nolan often had at night could not be heard. The night of Loen in winter is a quiet night.
Double Moon, still shining on Jenkins.
PS: Don't talk about water in this chapter, this is a necessary description. I hope to make this book more real and vivid, and the necessary description of the environment is absolutely indispensable.
It's a pity that I haven't read enough foreign translation literature, so I can't write that flavor, so let's leave it at that.
Another: Although there are not enough manuscripts, it is planned to add more during the Spring Festival. The number of additions this time will not be very large, so no rewards will be offered, just add them directly. Please wait patiently for New Year's Day.
Another thing: I can now feel that the 8,000 pounds were well worth it.