"This weekend's sightseeing has been exciting enough... I mean, it is true, but Norland is my home compared to Beldyland. And now that the steam train is so convenient, I can come back anytime."
While answering Miss Windsor's question, Jenkins raised the cat on his lap:
"And my cat is homesick too, isn't it, Chocolate?"
He shook the cat gently, and Chocolat scratched his hand impatiently with his paws, objecting to this behavior of raising the cat without consent.
"As far as I know, there should be many young ladies sending you letters? Are you not interested?"
There was a half-smile expression on her face.
Jenkins thought about it, and thought that the relationship between the two should not be close enough to talk about this kind of topic. He is used to opening all the letters addressed to him, so he also knows how explicit the letters delivered to his residence recently are, and some envelopes even contain private clothes...
"When you meet a strange woman who wants to start a private topic, how should you respond?"
This issue was not covered in Miss Stuart's small class, but it was recorded in detail in Hathaway's notes.
"I haven't had time to open those letters... Speaking of letters, I think of a letter sent to me by the Bishop of Parode in Norland Diocese, inviting me to participate in the celebration at the end of the year, so I have to go back early. I I think Beldyran should have similar activities. During the ball that night, I heard that the royal family will allocate a large sum of money for the celebration... "
Hathaway's suggestion is to calmly change the topic to other aspects. To be "just right", it can not only appear unobtrusive, but also make the other party realize that they are unwilling to continue this topic.
Jenkins thought he was doing well, because Miss Windsor had stopped talking about the shameful letters.
Before saying goodbye, she also invited Jenkins to spend the summer next year at her own estate in Windsor Territory. But it was already half a year later. You must know that Jenkins has not been in this world for such a long time, so he just vaguely agreed to go when he has time.
The next stop was the Teagle Museum, and while the Church had begun investigating the origin of Mr. Teagle's mask, Jenkins thought he should have another talk with him.
Unfortunately, the museum is closed today. According to the janitor's explanation, Mr. Tiggle had left the city on a steam train on Saturday after friends in foreign countries got hold of some "good stuff."
This should be just a coincidence, because Professor Burns also mentioned that his friend often travels around the mainland. He left a letter for Mr. Tiggle, and carried his suitcase towards Grandma Caroline's apartment.
The old man happened to be at home today, and when Jenkins knocked on the door, she was sitting in a rocking chair, knitting a sweater, wearing a pair of reading glasses.
The white cat she kept was shaking like a sieve since the door was opened and saw the chocolate, and after a while, it took the initiative to hide under the bed and refused to come out.
"No, thank you, I won't go in."
He politely declined the old man's invitation to let him in, stood in front of the door and said:
"I'm going back to Nolan City today, and I happened to pass by you on the way to the station. I just want to ask, is there any message I need to bring to Miss Eisenach?"
"Oh, there is indeed a letter. I was planning to go to the mailbox at the street corner in the afternoon..."
She supported her waist and walked back to the house, picked up a letter with a stamp on it from the dining table, turned around again, and took out a necklace from the small basket containing wool.
"This letter is for Guinevere, please help me tell her that there is no need to put gold pounds in it when I send a letter next time. I live alone, and I can't spend so much money, and Living in this alley, it is more dangerous to have money at home. This is for you... "
She stuffed the necklace into Jenkins' hands.
"this… "
As soon as he touched it, he knew it was made of silver. Although he couldn't tell whether it was an antique at a glance, at least based on his first impression, it would not be a modern handicraft. The pendant of the necklace is a woman with her body stretched out, a silk cloth falls from her raised right hand, just covering all the parts that are inappropriate to be exposed.
If it is sold in Papa's antique shop, this necklace can be sold for at least 2 pounds 7 shillings.
"You take it, keeping it in my hands will only save those thieves who don't know when they will come to patronize again. William, I haven't communicated with young people like you for a long time, you are a good boy..."
She hunched her waist and held onto the door frame with her left hand:
"For people of my age, these are things outside the body. This is my gift to you. Don't refuse it, just accept it."
"You are really..."
He felt that refusing the old man's kindness would hurt her, but he didn't refuse, and felt that it was a very bad behavior to take expensive ornaments from an old man living alone.
"Well, thank you for your gift. If I have time to visit Beldylan City again, I will come to see you. If you encounter difficult things, you can also write to me, or go to the Church of the Sages for help. I There are a lot of friends in the church... ”
Grandma Caroline's necklace, although beautifully crafted, wasn't worth as much as the mess the girls had thrust into Jenkins after the night's duel. He could only stuff the necklace into the suitcase and keep it as a souvenir, and he wished in his heart that this old man who lived alone would not be involved in the gang fights that often occurred in the alley.
The ticket back to Nolan was still a VIP car, and Jenkins didn't have to pay for it. It is said that this time there will also be bodyguards hiding their identities to follow, but the number of passengers in the same carriage plus their servants has already exceeded two digits, and he can't guess which one it will be.
In the train carriage when he came, the fat lady was his bodyguard. He had only heard about this incident recently, but because of this, he thought that the same routine should not be repeated twice, and this time the bodyguard should think of an innovative way to hide himself.
The train departed on time, which is rare, and Mr. Gilbert saw Jenkins off at the station as a representative. He waved his hand and watched Jenkins stick the puppet out of the car window in response, and the rear of the train quickly turned into a black dot before disappearing from view completely.
PS: This volume is over, and a new volume has begun!