After I was free, I remembered to tell the church about the assassination on the train trip. It only took one morning for the investigation results to come out, but the current results show that Jenkins was only innocently implicated, and the real target of the man was the lady who lived in the fifth compartment of the same carriage.
Her husband was a wealthy factory owner, and this factory owner, like the woman's previous three husbands, died on the third day of their wedding. The factory owner's younger brother hired a killer to avenge his brother. As for the truth, whether the woman was murdered, and whether the young man who hired the murderer was for the rich family property, Jenkins didn't know.
There are enough things that he needs to care about, and there is no need to pay attention to small things that have little to do with him.
Naturally, he kept the bone whistle, and it is very easy to find information on such a highly indicative item. B-01-04-4565, Skeletal Warhorse.
The clear origin and history of this object can be found in the Holy See. Its first owner was a priest accompanying the army of the [All Things and Nature] Church in the 10th era. At that time, the church army was the main force of human beings against alien creatures , while the priest was dealing with the battlefield, he discovered the bone whistle and kept it.
For quite a long period of time, this object was preserved and used by the Church of All Things and Nature, until the recent 16th era when it disappeared due to an accident.
And the reason why its safety level was rated as 4 instead of 5, which is the safest, was because the creatures that died near the war horse were very likely to mutate into undead creatures. Although those undead creatures are weak, it would be bad if they caused riots.
The Skeleton Warhorse has extremely high speed, jumping ability, and can even walk on water for a short time. Its intelligence is equal to that of ordinary horses, and its habits are also similar, but it does not need any feed and water.
"It's a great means of transportation."
While re-stringing the bone whistle with a rope, he thought, the original fantasy was that one day chocolate would have the ability to enlarge the body, so riding a cat must be very interesting. Now that there are horses, cats only need to perform their original duties.
"What is the duty of chocolate in the house..."
He thought of this again, so he stopped scratching its jaw, and the cat's claw fell down immediately.
Because he lived in the church, the messenger sent by the royal family to inform Jenkins of the time and place had to send the letter here.
The church politely rejected the temporary etiquette teacher they sent, but selected a strict old nun to conduct surprise training for Jenkins.
Jenkins' "preview" in advance was indeed correct. Most of what the old nun said coincided with Hathaway's handwriting and Miss Stuart's small class. In fact, Miss Stuart's explanations were even more detailed in terms of etiquette between the royal family.
During the train journey, Jenkins had guessed that Her Royal Highness was so keen on this matter because she could "share" the pressure of the course she was under with another person. But he didn't tell anyone about this thought, reason told him that doing so might offend a lady.
The old nun who was in charge of teaching Jenkins was very satisfied with his performance, and even thought that compared with him, the young gentlemen and ladies who had taught him before were fools who could even make mistakes in buttons.
The original plan was to spend the entire afternoon and night training, but since it ended early, Jenkins had time to walk around the neighborhood with chocolates.
Most of the area here is open to Jenkins, and his external identity is a great writer who came to Beldylan to receive the award, so he temporarily lives here.
In fact, this is true, because in Jenkins' view, he is here for this.
He got up early on Thursday morning, and the tailors had already made new clothes for him yesterday, and there were more than one set. Yesterday's old nun was in charge of helping Jenkins choose the most suitable one in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, which was not easy.
"Oh, young man, don't always have this expression. Come on, look at this and smile, yo~ the sage really cares for you!"
Jenkins asked the nun if he could bring his cat to the afternoon awards event, and was told absolutely no.
He is very reluctant to let strangers take care of his cat in a strange city. In the end, I had to ask the kitchen for a lot of food, and locked them together with the chocolate, hoping that the cat would bear it and come back at night.
Interestingly speaking, Cold Spring Palace, where the royal family lived, was not located in the urban area of Belduran, but in the suburbs at the other end of the city, the farthest distance from the Church of Knowledge and Books.
Everything was going on in an orderly manner, just like the historical moments recorded on the oil paintings, Jenkins was awarded the Ritter Award by the elderly Her Majesty the Queen herself under the watchful eyes of gentlemen in formal suits and wigs, and Granted the title of Baronet for Life (not hereditary).
The long-awaited reporters pressed the shutter, and Jenkins' smiling face was frozen in this moment forever.
After the award was a dinner with the royal family, and the Fidetictli royal family theoretically has no descendants except the queen. It was the Queen, Jenkins and Jessica Windsor who ended up at the table.
This girl had appeared at the party of the Marquis Mihail in Norland. She was a distant relative of Her Majesty's mother, and her father was a grand duke who owned a territory.
For some reason, during dinner, only two young men were there talking, and the Queen just looked at them.
She smiled kindly, but after all, she was too old to sit for a long time, so she had no choice but to leave early.
"Mr. Williams?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He stood up to say goodbye, bowing slightly to show respect. This kind of bending posture has been trained by Miss Stuart hundreds of times to be so standard, so the movements are very smooth.
"Oh nothing..."
She smiled and shook her head again, looking at Jenkins' face with a daze in her eyes. Then, he left with the help of his servants.
Miss Windsor is a girl of few words. She can manipulate the knife and fork skillfully to deal with the veal on the plate, and at the same time talk about literature and music with Jenkins in a cold voice.
The great writer knew nothing about music, so he kept nodding and smiling most of the time to express his agreement with her. Only occasionally would he say a word or two when it came to something that Hathaway also mentioned.
As expected, Miss Windsor invited Jenkins to the ball tomorrow night. It is said that there are quite a few admirers of him at the ball, and as a newly promoted nobleman, he also needs to meet some valuable friends.
Yes, an honorary baronet is not considered noble.
PS: Originally, I wanted to spend a whole chapter describing the awarding process and the queen's attitude towards Jenkins. But after thinking about it later, this paragraph is meaningless, so I simply skipped it. But this event has very important implications, and it will be mentioned quite frequently in this book.
Another: Happy Chinese New Year, Xianyu wishes everyone a happy new year, happy family and good luck in everything!
And another: bring the tickets.