Neither of them had lunch yet, so Grandma Caroline invited Jenkins to stay and eat some. She was not being polite, but really enthusiastic. Seeing that the apartment was deserted, Jenkins agreed to stay.
There was also a small episode in the middle. The cat raised by Grandma Caroline looked at the chocolate for a while, and suddenly trembled all over, hiding under the bed and refusing to come out. This confuses both of them because the white cat appears to be in very good health.
Lunch was potato stew, the basket of potatoes that Jenkins had helped bring back. It's not delicious, but it's barely edible.
Grandma Caroline probably hasn't communicated with people of Jenkins' age for too long, and she keeps talking even during meals. She is a native of Beldyland and has lived in this city all her life, so after hearing that Jenkins came here for tourism, she also recommended some small shops and attractions to him.
She can even describe the situation of the local gangsters in a similar way to Jenkins, but the authenticity is unknown.
Then, somehow, the conversation strayed into local legends. It was nothing at first, and Jenkins also wanted to learn more about broadening his horizons, but Grandma Caroline quickly mentioned something related to him:
"When I was young, there were more old stories than there are now, such as Clement's Seven Masks, which terrified Guinevere at the time."
"Can you tell me something?"
He stroked the chocolate and said, the chocolate was looking at the shivering white cat under the bed with half-closed eyes.
"I haven't told this story for a long time, I think..."
She thought about it for half a minute, then suddenly raised her hand and patted her forehead:
"Oh, the story starts a long, long time ago. In the age without steam, life was much harder than it is now, and there was no such a big city. Clement is a legendary bandit leader who robbed passers-by and businessmen According to legend, before the Church of the Sages wiped them out, Clement hid all his treasures, using seven masks as keys, and whoever can find those masks can find the treasure.”
There are many details in the story, but what frightened Miss Audrey in her childhood was the description of Craven's murder and cannibalism. Jenkins really didn't understand why such things should be included in stories told to children.
"I think there are such legends everywhere, robbers and treasures... Heh~ I heard that a writer who won a big prize recently wrote a story like this, hum~ It's all about picking up the wisdom of ancient people, and it's not very sharp."
Jenkins rolled his eyes, thinking that it was wise not to reveal his identity just now.
"The story I'm telling is true, I mean, partly true."
"oh?"
Grandma Caroline was very satisfied to see the surprise on Jenkins' face, so she said:
"A few years ago... about thirteen years ago, people discovered the ruins of an ancient city on a small hill in the north of Beldilan, and found a mask in it. It was later considered to be the treasure of Clement. In the story of the treasure, that The prototypes of the seven masks are kept in the royal treasury."
With that said, she stood up and walked to the bedroom, rummaged for a while, and came back with a black mask:
"Young man, it's a good idea to bring something memorable for your friends. Small goods stores in the city are now selling masks like this one. The pattern on it is exactly the same as the one that was exhibited 13 years ago. .”
Jenkins looked down at the mask, and compared the two he got by accident.
"Sure enough, they are exactly the same... Those two photos are also souvenirs, right?"
He himself felt that such an idea was too ridiculous, maybe that guy who was collecting masks had a special identification method. But he didn't intend to participate in it, but decided to hand in the mask when he returned to the church. Maybe he could get some of it after the treasure was discovered:
"I'm going back to Nolan City on Monday, so I'm definitely not involved in this matter!"
That Saturday afternoon, Jenkins thought confidently.
The visit at Granny Caroline's house lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon. The old man was probably a little tired, so Jenkins asked to leave in due course.
She still wanted to keep Jenkins for dinner, but Jenkins politely refused. Even so, he still planned to come to say goodbye before going to the train station on Monday. Anyway, he would cross the whole city from the church to the station, so it was considered a drop-in.
Grandma Caroline sent Jenkins to the exit of the alley before returning. Jenkins stood at the intersection and stared at the city, hesitating for a while, feeling that it was still early, so he did not return to the church immediately.
Although from an economic level, the capital of Beldyland is not much better than Nolan, but the capital of the king is definitely better at the cultural level. Even Jenkins, who doesn't like sightseeing, can find fun here.
He walked past the tower bridge full of classical flavor with chocolates, fed the white pigeons raised by the [All Things and Nature] church together in the square for a while, walked through the alleys and bought some interesting souvenirs in unremarkable shops. From a distance, I saw the guard of honor of the royal family traveling.
"I can replace it."
He muttered in Chinese to himself, then tapped the road with his cane, laughing himself.
When passing Spencer Square again, half of the circus tent had been dismantled. He stopped and watched for a while, and in the morning, he understood that the group of people in the circus didn't want to get involved in the affairs here anymore.
Carefully avoid the naughty children, and look at everything in the city with admiration. As soon as he turned his head, on the other side of the fountain in the square, many pedestrians gathered.
A man with a bushy beard in a black top hat was standing on a bench outside the fountain. Jenkins walked in a little before he heard his words:
"...Yes, gentlemen, oh, and ladies, this invention is definitely the greatest. It surpasses the ideas of all civilizations and creations and has epoch-making significance. You must believe that in hundreds, or even several Thousands of years from now, people will remember this year, me and my invention. The power of steam drives... ”
"The inventor is soliciting investment?"
Jenkins thought to himself, a little curious about what he had invented, so he brought the impatient cat closer.
"look here!"
The middle-aged gentleman screamed loudly and picked up the canvas beside the bench with a black cane. Some young people also smiled happily to help.
PS: I have updated the information article again, interested readers can go and have a look. If there are mistakes or omissions, you can tell me in the book review area.
Note: In order to prevent spoilers, information will not be added after the special items in the data chapter in the future. Only class C boons state the bearer.
Another thing: ask for tickets during the Chinese New Year.