Traveler and Frost Moon's Beldyland City is much warmer than Nolan's by the sea, but it is still necessary to wear heavy clothes to keep out the cold. But the heavy clothes will not affect Jenkins' flexibility, he has enough confidence to deal with the boy in front of him.
"So you want me to try it?"
Raise your left hand to open the safety catch.
"Okay, then you shoot!"
The boy continued, without any intention of showing weakness. This is the law of survival on the street. The first person who shows weakness must be the one who gets eaten.
Jenkins smiled, held a gun in his right hand, and beckoned to him with his left hand: "Give me back the wallet, and answer my question again, and we can pretend that this didn't happen."
The boy watched him for a few seconds before dropping the wallet at Jenkins' feet.
"Very well, my question is, what happened to the trick just now? It is indeed amazing..."
"An old man taught it to me, because I gave him a loaf of black bread that couldn't be eaten!"
The answer was given before the question was asked, which was indeed a lie.
"Then can I find the old man?"
"this… "
The boy rolled his eyes and retracted the dagger he raised forward: "Of course, I think he will appear in the bar in front of Greenland Avenue tonight, which is the biggest bar."
"very good."
He kept raising the gun and bent down to pick up the wallet, while the chocolate on his shoulder jumped to the ground.
"We haven't met, have we?"
Jenkins asked softly.
"Yes, sir!"
The boy stood up straight and answered obediently.
Jenkins nodded again, closed the safety catch again, lowered the muzzle of the gun and turned around, one side of his head avoided the white blade-shaped light flying from behind, and when he turned around, a piece of light popped out from the silver belt around his arm.
"You are in too much of a hurry."
He sighed, - moved the boy to the wall, lifted the garbage bag to cover the body.
If the boy hadn't been so ruthless in the end, he didn't want the boy's life. This kind of thing was directly transferred to the police station, and the church would deal with this kind of unregistered illegal giver. But since he is really so ruthless, Jenkins will not forgive him easily.
"Yeah, that didn't happen today at all."
While muttering, he walked towards the alley, Chocolate obediently followed behind his feet.
He had already decided to disassociate himself from all kinds of troublesome things in Beldyran, so when he returned to church at night, he would report everything he encountered today. No matter what kind of treasure, gangster or conspiracy, it has nothing to do with the writer in Nolan City, because he has already faced too many things himself.
The week that Jenkins left Nolan, it wasn't that nothing happened in Nolan itself. The follow-up impact of the plague had to be dealt with, as well as the monsters and monsters that appeared in the First World War in the Evergreen Forest, and even the new illegal organizations that came to the local area after hearing the news recently.
Jenkins was temporarily out of the vortex of trouble, and he didn't plan to get involved in any major incidents in the new city.
He visited several art galleries with his cat, bought some handy souvenirs such as postcards for his friends, and walked into the restaurant recommended by Mrs. Caroline for dinner.
By the time everyone and the cat had eaten and drank enough, the sky was gradually getting dark. The sun in the distance is about to disappear into the sky, and the setting sun makes the tiles of the building opposite the restaurant reflect golden light.
Perhaps because of the change in light, the fog thickened as night fell. Of course, it didn't reach the level of Nolan City.
Now that he came to Beldylan, it was impossible for Dad not to ask Jenkins to help him with something. There are hidden secrets in the transactions of antique dealers, and it is impossible to confirm the purchase intention only by a few letters.
He carried some photos given by his father, and this time he had an appointment with a big businessman living in the capital. And once the business is completed, the commission that the father will give Jenkins is enough for him to prepare five big geese for chocolate and himself at the end of the year.
The place where the big businessman Suarez Rodriguez met Jenkins was not a big manor or an expensive restaurant, but a rented apartment next to Wangdu Art Avenue.
The apartment has three floors. Except for the first floor and the basement where the landlord's family and three other households live, the other two floors have been rented out by businessmen for a long time.
There was news about this businessman in the morning newspapers bought cheaply from newsboys. He had recently obtained the development right of a large mining area in the southeastern part of the kingdom. As for why this well-known businessman wanted to rent a house here, Jenkins was not very concerned, he only cared that he could get the money smoothly.
After eating, I wandered around the square for a while, and saw the gas street lamps surrounding the square lit up with the cat. I heard from the cardinal that Jenkins' suggestion has been passed on to people who should know. This is a pretty good idea, and it can even promote the progress of the installation of public facilities across the continent... and the rapid development of the advertising industry and the Orthodox Church Diversification of missionary methods.
When he came to visit, Mr. Rodriguez was already sitting by the warm fire, reading a book and waiting for Jenkins. He didn't have the domineering character of a big businessman. On the contrary, this gentleman seemed quite easy-going. He called Jenkins "Lord Williamette" at first, but Jenkins strongly objected to such a conversation.
Papa's antiques were genuine, and Jenkins couldn't find anything wrong with the deal, other than the fact that the prices were a little high. Rodriguez probably thought so too, so after confirming that it was what he wanted, he discussed the price with Jenkins.
The two talked until eight o'clock in the evening, and then initially determined the price of this big business. After that, the businessman only needs to send his trusted men to Nolan City with the money to escort the antiques back to Beldylan, then the business is considered complete.
This middle-aged man was very talkative, and sensibly avoided some sensitive topics about the church and nobles. After signing the contract, he called his servants to fetch a bottle of wine, intending to have a small celebration with Jenkins.
Although Mr. Writer usually does not drink alcohol, the success of this business is indeed cause for celebration.
"How do you plan to go back?"
He shook his glass and asked Jenkins, "It's so late, do you need me to call a carriage for you?"
"Okay, then I will trouble you."
Jenkins didn't refuse, because he didn't know if it was as easy to find a carriage in Beldyland at night as it was in Nolan.