"Excuse me… "
It was the first time since sitting down that Jenkins asked a question, indeed the first time he tried to take control of the conversation:
"Is this invitation proposed to me by you, or by someone else?"
Jenkins thought she should understand the meaning of this sentence.
"A real noble would never ask such a question in public."
the woman replied.
"Oh I see."
He nodded, if it was just a private invitation, there would be no need to say such potentially misleading words, so this is the so-called "communication as a last resort".
"I admire your wisdom, but to become a qualified nobleman requires more than just wisdom."
"Yes, but also tactful. I heard a saying from my teacher that the tree that is most likely to be broken by the wind in the forest is the one that grows tallest."
"Your teacher is also a wise elder."
Jenkins smiled, lowered his head and cut the meat slices off the steak with a knife:
"I think a qualified nobleman must have enough wisdom to deal with interpersonal relationships, be tactful enough to deal with various things, be humble enough to treat one's own identity, and value honor more than life. To have the virtues of integrity, hope, generosity, justice, tenacity, temperance, tolerance and so on.
Honor is important to nobility, but nobility does not keep honor because I am nobility; on the contrary, I am nobility because I have honor. "
"Yes."
She raised her head and looked at the man across the table in surprise. The white tablecloth was woven with fine and delicate patterns, but these were not as delicate as what Jenkins said just now.
"Just now, I almost thought you were a descendant of a certain noble lineage, only these people..."
"No no no."
Jenkins shook his head, and placed the fork in the center left of the plate, and the knife in the center right of the plate, which meant the meal was over.
He unfolded the napkin with standard movements, and wiped the corner of his mouth where nothing was stuck:
"I never thought about becoming an aristocrat, I have always had my own goals."
Although they said some heavy words, the two still chatted happily for a while before leaving.
"As long as I fix my image as a devout believer, then there should be no uninterested people disturbing me at the dance party tomorrow night."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing triumphantly in the carriage.
Beldyland's night scene is as boring as Nolan's, and Jenkins, who has been thinking about his cat all night, has no mood to appreciate it.
Sure enough, Chocolate was still angry, and didn't even eat the food prepared for him. At this time in the past, as long as you hand it a metal block containing divinity, it can turn its mood from cloudy to sunny. But the metal block has been damaged, so he can only temporarily appease it with the life orb.
The cat couldn't love this thing more than the metal block, but at least it made it stop whipping Jenkins' arm with its tail.
"I remember the last time I threw the ball of wool to it to play with, but the ball of wool was thrown back again. Cat, shouldn't it be like such a thing?"
He looked suspiciously at the chocolate licking the Orb of Life with his tongue, and patted himself on the head again.
"I'm really suspicious. Didn't all the doubts about it before prove to be overwhelmed?"
The plan was to spend the weekend in Beldyrand before leaving, so there was plenty of time to squander after the awards ceremony.
The other two holy sons of the church were not in Beldyran at this time, so Jenkins didn't need to meet anyone for safety.
After waking up on Thursday morning, I chatted with the little nun for a while, and then decided to go out and do my own things.
Bishop Strick specifically asked Jenkins if he needed a guard, whether he needed to be accompanied or secretly protected, but Jenkins refused.
"I'm just a tourist, walking around the city, there's no danger."
There are two things that need to be done before starting sightseeing, and the Teagle Museum that the professor said is closer, so this is the first destination.
The Teagle Museum is a distinctly private museum with a collection of interesting pre-epoch objects. The museum's fees are not expensive, you can go in for 1 shilling and 7 pence, and more importantly, the price of adult tickets and children's tickets is the same, but there are no cat tickets.
Since it was a tourist visit, Jenkins was not in a hurry to contact Professor Burns' friends. He stood beside the display case curiously looking at the mottled ancient relics. This era has lasted for nearly 2,000 years, so the items in the display case are at least 2,000 years old.
There are almost no people in the museum. After turning left from the entrance, there is a curved corridor. On one side of the corridor, there are black and white photos hanging on the wall, and on the other side are some decorative paintings.
"Don't claw."
He warned the chocolate on his shoulder in a low voice, then took off his hat and looked up at the photo with his cane in hand. This is obviously the excavation site, but the exact time and place of the shooting cannot be discerned.
Get closer to the wall, stand on tiptoe, squint your eyes and raise your head, looking at the comment text at the top.
[In 1823, the excavation site of the Kedru ruins]
"The ruins of Crude? Dad seems to have told me about it..."
He whispered to himself, and only remembered when his eyes fixed on the blurred slate in the photo.
"Yes, a faceless monster from the 15th era is sealed in the deepest part of this ruin. It is a creature far beyond the level of human life. The group of archaeologists who discovered it all went crazy, and a few members escaped. Hunted by the church, and even established a secret order to worship the monster, this order is still active in the southernmost tip of the continent.”
It's a pretty funny thing about Jenkins more than half a century later. In the material world, it is difficult to see such advanced life with spiritual pollution and intellectual pollution. Although they are fatal to human beings, Jenkins believes that this is very helpful for him to find a way to improve the level of life.
He carefully observed those old photos, thinking about how many of the smiling men in the photos could live to this era.
Chocolate is not very interested in these things. From time to time, he rubs Jenkins' neck with his tail hair, telling him to go to other places to take a look.
The size of this private museum is really not small, divided into two floors. The second floor is not open to tourists, it is the archives and reference room.
In this era, there is no regulation for displaying fakes in order to protect cultural relics. After all, everyone has paid for it. Therefore, many antiquities are very valuable in Jenkins' view.
Because he studied with his father, he is also a half archeology student, but his way of judging cultural relics is mostly through valuation.