"You're not for that bottle of spice!"
Higgins said firmly.
"Of course not, I'm for this..."
A black object was thrown from the man's hand to the ground. Higgins squinted for a while before realizing that it was a rather ugly mask.
Cold sweat immediately flowed down, he finally understood what happened to him today, and finally understood what kind of mistake he made.
"What's this?"
"Sir... this..."
"I'm running out of time, you'd better hurry up."
Higgins swallowed, "Kill me, I won't say it."
Boom~
The bullet went in through his forehead, and Higgins lay on the ground before he even had time to show a surprised expression.
Jenkins sighed, hid the corpse under the bed, walked out the door after briefly dealing with the scene, closed the door, put the hair pulled from the corpse between the lock and the door frame, and left immediately .
The evening dance was as boring as imagined. Although there was no trouble during the dance thanks to Miss Stuart's emergency training, there was nothing interesting for Jenkins other than that.
People dressed in bright clothes danced to the band in the daytime banquet hall. Gas lamps and candles in the chandeliers work together to make the ladies' jewelry shine.
As a newly promoted aristocrat without any blood background, he was also welcomed by some noble ladies, especially in this era, it is generally believed that writers are the kind of romantic people by nature.
This fully shows that the public's understanding is not necessarily correct. Anyway, Jenkins has no plans to make friends with those women. After all, after returning to Nolan City, he may not come to the capital for a long time.
But he will not refuse the ladies' invitation to dance, after all, it will be very awkward to always sit.
Miss Windsor, Jenkins' nominal companion, presumably also hated the society, for she turned down even every gentleman who offered to dance. Even Jenkins just walked into the banquet hall with her, and then sat on the sofa in the lounge area, holding a goblet to take care of the chocolate for Jenkins.
Declined some invitations to chat in private, and was not interested in talking to the young people who came forward. Jenkins finally had a chance to rest when the ladies finally noticed that his attention was always on Miss Windsor.
"You have made up your mind not to get involved in any matters between the nobles?"
"Yes."
He wrinkled and didn't glance at the table: "Is there no juice here?"
"..."
Miss Windsor looked at him with incredible eyes: "Do you have alcohol allergies?"
"No, it's just that I don't like to drink. It will dull my spirits, which is not good for work and writing."
"I didn't expect that in this crazy era, there would be people like you..."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers. The passing waiter immediately stopped and bent down to listen to her request.
"a glass of juice… "
Look at Jenkins.
"It will be all right."
He shrugged.
"Okay, sir."
After the waiter left, Jenkins leaned back on the back of the sofa, and the chocolate sat on his lap again.
"Snap your fingers, that's not what a lady should do."
"But I don't want to be a lady, I want to be the Duke of Windsor."
According to the lace news that Jenkins learned, the current Duke of Windsor only intends to pass on the title to his daughter, but in fact Miss Windsor has a two-digit elder brother.
He showed some smiles, but quickly covered them up:
"I don't want to be a qualified nobleman either. My pursuit is higher than you can imagine."
"The Archbishop of Norland?"
She looked at Jenkins through her purple breasts, and for a split second, the man became a terrifying figure in her sight.
She put her hand down in a panic, but hid her emotions well.
"I'm not going to answer that question."
Jenkins stroked his cat with one hand, took a sip of the grape juice from the waiter, and still felt the taste of alcohol.
"But even if you don't want to have a relationship with any nobleman, trouble will not let you go. Things in this world are always like this, and some disturbing things often happen for the most unexpected reasons."
"I know that very well... I mean, when it comes, fix it. And I have a church background, which stops most of the flies."
But on this point Miss Windsor is more correct. Just as the topic of the two young men and women shifted from literature to Jenkins' new book, and then to current political news about parliamentary reform, a group of young people came over.
The leader was a young man who had taken off his formal suit and was only wearing a shirt and a black vest. He was only eighteen years old at most, the youngest and vigorous age.
"Lord Williamette!"
Standing five meters away from the sofa and shouting loudly, his voice overwhelmed the music, causing most people in the banquet hall to notice the commotion here.
"Yes, what's the matter?"
Out of politeness, he put down the juice that looked like wine, then patted Chocolate's little head to let it go away first, and then stood up.
Miss Windsor's brows were already furrowed.
"I am Dubai Oni Galvin, the only son of the Duke of Galvin, the recipient of the Bauhinia Order, the heir of the Thrand Land, the descendant of the eternally noble Moon family, lucky to be blessed by Lady Yinyue Son."
He puffed up his chest and looked at Jenkins. Jenkins stopped Miss Windsor from speaking with his eyes, because he really wanted to know what the fool in front of him was here for.
Prom is so boring, always looking for some fun.
"I am Jenkins Redanput Williams, Baron for Life in the Kingdom of Fiddlesticks, winner of the Ritter Prize in 1865, friend of the Great Church of the Hidden Moon, helper of the Stormtroopers, and announcer of eternal sleep , mortals blessed by the stars, may the sages be with me! Young man, please don't waste my time, what on earth are you going to do?"
He responded with a louder voice. He deliberately lowered his voice to make his voice deeper and richer.
The following titles are not lies, but to thank Jenkins for his contribution in the silver vertigo incident, and the honor given to him by the Orthodox Church. The most orthodox statement should be the first quarter moon medal of the [Dark Moon] church, the mermaid medal of the [Storm Lord] church, the black robe medal of the [Death End] church, and the seven poles of the [Vientiane Starry Sky] church. star medal.
What he said was just better.