The complete disappearance of an ancient family did not cause much disturbance. Even the viscount's obituary only occupied a small area in the local newspaper, not even as good as the reward announcement of the man in black on the next page. People's attention is still on the plague and all kinds of lace news.
Viscount Augustus really followed Jenkins' suggestion and took out one-fifth of his inheritance to set up an organization dedicated to helping orphans. Although he is dead, someone will come out to do the follow-up, because the viscount's legacy is really huge. Even if it is just a declining nobleman, this surname inherited from the oldest age has still accumulated a lot of wealth.
When Jenkins was about to pack his luggage and head to Beldyran, he found out that Viscount Augustus actually left him an inheritance.
When the lawyer found Jenkins that afternoon, he and Dad were both surprised, especially when they saw the exact figures of the estate.
"That's not a lot."
The lawyer shrugged: "And most of them are real estate, including houses that are in disrepair and some factories that are on the verge of bankruptcy. The viscount doesn't want to trouble you, so he entrusts us to exchange these assets into gold pounds and hand them over to you. I'm afraid it will take some time. So the day you receive the money should be next month or even next year."
"it does not matter."
He had been dazzled by the accident, wondering if he should buy a few more houses in the downtown Nolan area.
"Originally, the viscount left you more. He said that he has no relatives. This is a small gift for his friends. He asked me to congratulate you for him. The Ritter Award is the highest honor. Oh, it should have been more A little more, but the Viscount followed your advice and used a large amount of cash from the inheritance to help orphans, so it has become like this."
He took off his hat and bowed to Jenkins:
"I think you are the most needed person in this era. In short, may the soul of Mr. Viscount be with God, and may you be blessed by God forever."
This time, Jenkins' mood was even more complicated.
"It sounds like something out of a novel."
In the warm club, Jenkins, Hathaway and Miss Michael were sitting on red upholstered armchairs. The position of the three of them is like an arc, and in the middle is a round table filled with snacks, tea and books.
The room was filled with an extremely faint aroma, and Jenkins always wanted to sneeze after smelling it for a long time.
Chocolate was still lying on Jenkins' lap, enjoying the man's touch.
"An upright but poor young gentleman accidentally obtained a large inheritance from his friend. From now on, he no longer needs to worry about his own livelihood and can better display his talent."
Miss Michael smiled and waved her finger in the air: "Good things come in pairs. I heard from the newspaper that Mr. Williamette also won the Ritter Award?"
"Yes, the awards will be presented next week."
He replied shyly, leaning back a little, leaning on the back of the chair.
"So you're leaving Nolan soon?"
Hathaway asked while holding a teacup.
"Yes, the plan is to leave next Monday. I will attend the funeral of Viscount Augustus, and I must not be absent. I will leave after that, sage, I have never been to such a distant place, I hope the journey goes well."
"Anyone with you, Mr. Oliver?"
Hathaway seemed concerned about the issue.
"No, dad still has things to do, he's been very busy lately. But the bishop booked a first-class ticket for me on the steam locomotive, and I think that's enough."
After what happened last week, the church takes Jenkins' safety very seriously. The original plan was to directly send a steam airship to pick him up, and the Holy See has even arranged all the plans.
But because of the accidental appearance of the doomsday document, the airship came to Nolan ahead of schedule. And Jenkins was unwilling to return with the airship in advance due to various inconvenient reasons, so he could only take the train.
In fact, as far as Jenkins knew, Miss Bevanna personally arranged the security plan for his trip. Jenkins didn't know about this plan, but there must be guards around him. Miss Bevanna might even have accompanied Jenkins herself if the parish hadn't needed her.
But these things are still far away, and there are still many things to deal with before leaving Nolan.
On Wednesday night, Jenkins, who had finished the night class at the church, chatted with Captain Bincy for a while, inquiring about the investigation of the [Gear Craftsman Association], and then refused the carriage on the pretext of wanting to walk around the city, and came to the street alone.
Today is the day for Mr. Hood's party, and the venue for this meeting was ingeniously chosen on the clock tower next to the Civic Square.
The clock tower is as old as the city of Norland was founded, and it is also one of the tallest buildings in the area. The top of the clock tower can be seen from almost anywhere in Nolan City.
But Jenkins didn't think it was a suitable location for a secret meeting, because the clock tower was in the city center, very close to City Hall and Carfax Field.
He walked unsteadily along the street, hesitated at a fork in the road, and then got into an alley. When he came out again, he turned into Mr. Candle with a black cat.
The closer to the city center, the more police patrolling. Especially in winter, even the conscientious policemen began to hate their jobs, and patrolling turned into staying at alleys or street intersections for a long time, which made people who operated secretly very troubled.
The weather in Nolan is very good these days, and the snow has already melted. The carriage was still running on the wide road, while Jenkins in the alley looked up at the clock tower, thinking about how to get up.
He lurked in the shadows, approaching the tower cautiously. After approaching, I saw that the door at the entrance of the tower was open, so I pushed the door and walked in.
At the lower end of the clock tower is a great hall, but the town hall has not arranged for a reasonable use for this. If you continue to walk inwards, you can see the narrow stairs. There is no light here, only the quiet moonlight shining in from the higher windows, making the atmosphere here more like a third-rate horror novel.
The chocolate on the shoulder was a little impatient with Jenkins' hesitation, so he jumped directly from his shoulder to the upper stairs and climbed up quickly. Jenkins hurriedly chased up and arrived at the top floor without knowing it, which also has a large area. Next to it is a wooden staircase, along which you can continue to climb up to the back of the dial.
Sure enough, Mr. Hood had already arrived, holding a dimly lit candle in his hand, lying on the wooden railing and looking at the complex gear structure rotating behind the dial.