Taking advantage of the opportunity of the conversation, Jenkins also expressed his request. Just like Hathaway, Miss Stuart also felt that it was difficult to find a professional etiquette teacher in a short time, so she decided to teach Jenkins herself.
The price is that Jenkins and Miss Miller will help her train Julia together. This maid has also just stepped into the realm of the giver. Although Miss Stuart will be her guide, she thinks that the path she took is not suitable for others.
"There is something magical in the blood of the Kingsley family..."
She was just such a vague explanation.
Although she was puzzled that Jenkins' request was "the etiquette of communicating with nobles and even the royal family", she didn't ask much about other things. It wasn't until almost midnight that the princess left with her maid.
Miss Miller had been quiet tonight, sitting there for hours, much like Julia was standing across from her.
And Miss Maid is very dissatisfied with Jenkins, because the communication between him and his princess is too close.
"You should be on the train right now? Is it possible to project while moving at high speed?"
Unexpectedly, she was most concerned about this issue.
"Oh, I hadn't thought about that, but it should be fine, right?"
Jenkins rubbed his waist and sat back on the chair. When he was practicing bowing just now, he heard the bones in his waist crack.
"How is your communication with that princess now?"
"I have gained initial trust. My short-term goal is to become her personal teacher. This should not be difficult. It can be seen that this lady is also eager to communicate with different gifters."
"What are you going to teach?"
It was originally a casual question, but Miss Miller actually thought about it seriously: "I thought about dancing, and I studied with my teacher for many years when I was a child; painting and literature should be fine, although I can't write like you. It is a storybook that is famous in mainland China, but the level of appreciation should be enough."
"Have you ever considered being a math teacher?"
Hearing this question, Miss Miller stroked her hair subconsciously:
"Thinking about it, but I've always been very resistant to this career. Me, a math teacher..."
It's not disgust, but more like remembering something from the past. Everyone has a story, it seems, and Jenkins didn't ask much.
The burning charcoal in the fireplace made a slight crackling sound, and the chocolate curled up in the softest place on the carpet, quietly closing its eyes.
Turning to look at the clock in the corner, it was almost morning.
"Do you have any plans for your relationship with Her Royal Highness? To be honest, I don't really appreciate your 'deceptive' way of making friends. Of course, I don't object."
Miss Miller smiled at Jenkins, tilted her head and looked at him:
"I appreciate that about you, Jenkins, really. Life would be so easy if you were the only one in the world."
"Is this sarcasm?"
"No, it's a compliment."
She stood up and faced the fire, her long shadow was almost drawn to the other side of the living room.
"I like to calculate everything, which doesn't mean I like to complicate life. If everyone is like you, as simple as 1+1=2, then my life will be more comfortable. Yes, Jenkins, I like you That kind of people… "
Before Jenkins could form the words to answer, she turned around with a chuckle and walked forward to the man's chair. He bowed his head and hugged his head, then kissed him...
"Meow~"
Frying Chocolate stood up suddenly, and then jumped up, but was caught by Jenkins' hands waving in the air.
After a long time, the two separated.
Panting heavily, Jenkins tried to shrink into the chair, and blocked the chocolate in front of him. Miss Miller touched her lips with her fingers:
"Mr. Williams, if you are not married by the age of 30, then I will definitely propose to you."
He no longer cared about Miss Miller's next plan, nodded awkwardly, and then disappeared on the chair with the cat.
Miss Miller kept smiling and turned to look at the fire.
Turn the time back to about eleven o'clock, and the steam train is still driving in the wilderness. But no matter how loud the noise of the train is, it will not affect this silent world.
Under the double moon, a small black spot approached the last car of the train from the rear. It was a middle-aged man wearing a black windbreaker riding a skeleton horse. The horse was very similar to the mount of the undead knights that Jenkins had encountered before, except that there was no burning flame.
He gradually approached the train, and finally came to the countdown. This is a wagon car with some fresh straw in it.
The rattling horseshoes were completely covered by the rattling train. The man drove the horse close to the side of the carriage, and then swooped down and firmly grasped the iron rod at the carriage door with both hands.
But unfortunately he didn't catch it, and he fell down.
This must be a very powerful gifter, because in less than two minutes, he reappeared on the side of the carriage on a horse, but his clothes became dusty and there were several worn holes.
This time he managed to grab the iron rod and flipped to the top of the car smoothly. He took out a bone whistle from his chest and blew it lightly, and the running skeleton horse turned into a black dot and flew into the whistle. The bone whistle changed from pure white to black.
He lay down on the roof of the car for a long time to recover his strength, and then he approached the car in front cautiously, until he reached the last VIP car.
"Damn, it's finally here."
He cursed in a low voice, and then took a mouthful of wind as expected.
Thinking about where to enter, he took out a pair of glasses from his pocket. Before he set off on this mission from Nolan, he got the item from a stranger named Mr. White Cat, and it was briefly given the ability to see through.
"That damn profiteer."
Thinking of this, I couldn't help scolding that guy in my heart. If it weren't for this assassination mission to give more cash, he would never agree to this price.
Grabbing the legs of the glasses, he put the glass piece in front of his eyes, first of all, in the No. 1 box, he could vaguely see a man sitting on the bed, holding a kitten. He kept on doing this, and the cat was always lying in his arms.
"Where did the pervert come from? Are all rich people like this?"
Thinking in my heart, I looked at the second box again. The cat in the No. 1 box suddenly opened its eyes and looked upwards with amber eyes.