For a baron like Jenkins, the knighthood medal is in the shape of a circle above and below, and the outermost circle must be silver, which means that he is a lifelong nobleman and the title cannot be hereditary. The hereditary nobles also differentiated whether they had territories or not, and divided the colors into pure gold and red gold.
Outside the main body of the medal, there are two wing-like decorations extending outward on the left and right sides. And the viscount has four wings, and so on, when it comes to the duke, there are a total of ten wings on the left and right.
The baron can already be called a real nobleman, so he is allowed to design the main content of his own medal. This will become the sigil of Jenkins-Williamette's descendants until a higher knighthood is achieved.
He was absolutely too lazy to design this kind of thing, so he let his father, who is proficient in heraldry, design it. The final proposal he gave was a golden book pattern entwined with green branches, but he did not explain the specific meaning to Jenkins.
Because there is going to be a dance in the evening, we set off early at around three o'clock in the afternoon.
Went into town for a bit of random shopping and bought a red scarf for Dad at an interesting store.
After confirming that no one was following him, he walked into the alley. When he walked out from the other side, he had already turned into another person.
The Black Rose Bar is a small bar in the slums in the south of the city. In addition to legal and illegal alcoholic beverages, it also works part-time in arms sales, contraband smuggling, skin and meat business and other activities.
He deliberately chose a burly, rough-looking image, and Chocolate magically changed his fur color to mottled, looking like the most common wild cat.
He kicked over the two boys who were deliberately approaching, glared at the two thieves, gave a mouthful to the ground, and walked into the bar swaggeringly.
"A glass of ale!"
He spoke with a heavily disguised accent, casually leaned against the bar, and pushed three copper coins to the bartender.
"Sir, these are not enough. The price in winter is more expensive."
He shrugged and fumbled through his baggy clothes again.
Zarahan Higgins was sitting in a separate compartment inside the Black Rose Bar, holding his own card in his hand, and looking fiercely at the lucky guy opposite him.
A large group of rude men joined in the fun around the table, and they all watched the last deal of cards excitedly.
The one-eyed old man looked at the two gamblers and distributed the cards to them with a wooden ruler.
"Oh~"
Higgins lowered his head, raised his eyebrows after flipping the card with his thumb. He put that finger on the corner of his mouth and licked it, then grabbed a handful of banknotes from his wrist and threw them roughly into the center of the card table.
The man on the opposite side nodded and did the same.
"Ha~ I won!"
Higgins laughed loudly, and threw his hole card on the table with his right hand, while the one held in his left hand slipped soundlessly into the shaft of his black leather boot.
"Oh, damn it, there's a 1 in 100 chance that I'll touch it!"
His opponent yelled in annoyance, only to be pushed aside seconds later by another eager gambler.
"It's my turn!"
The new opponent also looks confident.
"You guys play, I'm going to rest for a while."
Higgins stood up, made an obscene gesture, and pushed open the door amid the laughter of the whole room.
He walked to the bar first, gestured to the bartender, and the bartender took a dark beer bottle from under the bar and put it in front of him.
"Isn't there enough wine this time? Didn't you take a sip secretly?"
"That's all the delivery guy said."
The bartender shrugged and stopped talking.
Higgins picked up the bottle, roughly took a drink from the glass of the guest beside him, and then walked out of the bar.
"Cough cough ~ damn air."
He was also choked by the mist, and felt his abdomen swell, so he turned into another alley, the hand holding the wine bottle held the wall to prevent it from being splashed, but it happened to press on a group of dirty graffiti, and then He unfastened his belt with one hand.
click~
It was the sound of the pistol safety being opened, and Higgins was familiar with it.
He sighed, buckled his belt again, and turned around. The man who had just been robbed of a glass of wine was pointing a gun at him.
"Although real gangsters value their own dignity, they value their lives even more. I will never fight others for trivial matters. It's not worth it. You don't even understand this~ Who are you messing with? Boss Lewis? Or Kaka Miss Qiusha?"
"I want this!"
The man lifted his chin towards the wine bottle in his hand.
"This? Oh~ it turned out to be a robbery, and my impression of you has been lowered a lot. You have the courage to point a gun at me. I thought you were at least a brave hunting dog. Now, even the pubic lice in women's * not on."
There was a real look of disappointment on his face.
"Do as I tell you, and don't overdo it."
"Excessive action?"
Higgins showed a contemptuous expression, and then suddenly raised his finger to point at the man with the gun, drawing a complex pattern in the air.
But nothing happened, the man still pointed the gun steadily at him.
"Why?"
"You are just a level 1 granter. It is normal for illusion to not work for me."
Now it was the turn of the gunman to show a contemptuous expression: "Now, hand over the bottle."
"OK!"
The stubborn man softened immediately, and put on a flattering smile on his face: "My lord, if I knew your identity a long time ago, how could I do such a stupid thing?"
He raised his right hand and squatted down, put the wine bottle on the ground with his left hand, then raised both hands together and rubbed back little by little.
"Just take it. If it's not enough, I can let you know when the next batch arrives."
"Won't you resist?"
the man asked.
"Oh, what are you talking about? There is nothing more precious than life in this world. Besides, I am obviously not your opponent."
"Oh, it turns out that there are really no other cards."
The man said, rushing over suddenly.
When Higgins woke up again, the location had changed to a narrow house. The house is filled with a choking musty smell. There are not many such houses in the slums. After all, not every bachelor who goes out to work has the opportunity to come back again.
He struggled for a while, and found that half of his body was covered with frost, his hands and feet were tied up, and the man just now was sitting on a chair two meters away, looking at this place quietly.
The windows of the house were boarded up, and only a few rays of sunlight came in through the cracks and small moth-eaten holes, and scattered dust could be seen in the sunlight. He couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but Higgins knew that he might really have encountered a big problem today.