"What gave you confidence, young man? You have such a disgusting face!"
The man laughed and withdrew his right fist, ready to smash the head of the impulsive young man who was trying to save the beauty, but this was the last move.
More turbulent bright yellow flames erupted from Jenkins' body, and then flowed to Salman's left hand with the aid of the skeleton horse.
He hurriedly backed away, but the flames had quickly enveloped his entire body. I thought it was just an ordinary flame, but no matter how hard I rolled on the ground, I couldn't extinguish it.
Before he almost lost consciousness due to the severe pain, he grabbed Hathaway who was leaning against the wall with his last strength. But unfortunately, the immortal flame did not harm her.
After a long time, there was only a scorched human-shaped imprint left on the ground. Flame crawled down the ground toward the hooves, and back to Jenkins the same way.
The woman raised her head in a daze, and looked at the man who was riding on a skeleton warhorse surrounded by flames.
"It would be more interesting if I could turn my own head into a skeleton too."
"I know you are referring to the Undead Knights of the Church of Death and the End of the World... Ahem..."
Halfway through her words, she clutched her chest in pain. Jenkins immediately rolled over awkwardly from the horse, squatted beside the woman and stretched out his right hand.
The dense green smoke quickly overflowed from Jenkins' palm, and slowly but effectively penetrated into the body of the red-haired lady.
"I don't think you know how to ride a horse..."
She pointed this out weakly, after all, the dismounting action just now was really indecent.
"Ha~ I can learn later."
He defended in a low voice, and then said: "The steam train I took was late, and I just arrived in Nolan City. I didn't find the carriage. I originally planned to try my luck in the neighborhood over there, but I didn't expect that when I passed the alley , I just saw the carriage and the horse corpse..."
The truth is that he saw the rapier he sold to Miss Bailing thrown on the side of the street. After opening his eyes, he soon found the two people who were chasing one after the other, and heard some conversations. Therefore, the idea of using flames to restrain the recovery ability of the physical body was born.
"feel better now?"
He withdrew his hand that grabbed Hathaway's left arm and asked, "There's too much movement here. If it gets better, we'll leave quickly. Oh, I've packed all the things in the carriage and tied them to my horse." Of course, I hope you can go to the coachman's house and send some money to his family if you have time, otherwise they may not be able to survive this winter."
"I feel better… "
The woman answered softly, grabbed Jenkins' outstretched hand and stood up with strength. She wanted to say something more, but Jenkins had already climbed onto the horse again in a comical gesture. The chocolate on the chest was squeezed due to the clumsy mounting action, so the cat is ready to express its dissatisfaction with action.
"Come on, the police gentlemen should be here soon!"
Jenkins yelled again, and Hathaway came back to her senses and walked towards the skeleton warhorse. And until many years later, she still couldn't forget that night, riding a horse with a man in the city.
Of course, such behavior is quite dangerous, but fortunately no one saw this scene.
Jenkins was exhausted from the train journey, so after dropping Hathaway back to his destination, he was ready to go home and rest.
Of course, I didn't forget to make an appointment with her to meet again and talk about what happened tonight. Although when he appeared, the two people who were hostile to each other had passed the stage of introducing their identities to each other and began to fight, but the tall and strong gifter would not be an unpremeditated murderer.
"Go to bed earlier."
Considering safety, Jenkins directly sent Hathaway back to Earl Hessa's residence.
Both of them were standing on the street corner, and the horse had been put away because it was too conspicuous in the city.
"Are you going home?"
She lowered her head and asked softly. The shadow covered most of the woman's face, and Jenkins couldn't judge the woman's thoughts at this time by the expression.
"Yes, three days and three nights of travel is exhausting and I need enough sleep to refresh my spirits. God, I'm already missing my rug... I mean, I'm already missing my bed."
"Thank you for saving me tonight."
If it weren't for the old postbox by the street and the rusty steam pipes crawling on the wall, Jenkins even suspected that he had traveled to a second-rate romantic novel about knights.
"Don't say the lines of this second-rate novel, Hathaway, be more careful in the future!"
He honestly expressed his thoughts: "I wish you a sweet dream!"
"Sweet dreams!"
The woman raised her head, feeling extremely struggling inside. And when she finally made up her mind, the man and the cat had disappeared around the corner ahead. The evening wind in winter is a bit biting, but it can't extinguish the fire that ignited in my heart just now.
Even if Mr. Writer had a little more sense of humor, he would have a good chance of having a wonderful evening.
"Jenkins."
The tongue was pressed against the teeth, and the ending sound trembled a little during the exertion. This was the first time the red-haired girl pronounced the name in this tone.
She stared blankly at the street for a while, then looked up at the red and blue twin moons above her head.
"Jenkins."
She shouted again in a low voice, full of confusion about which moon she fell in love with.
Not to mention the sentimental girl, Jenkins is indeed a little tired. After returning home, he washed hastily, patiently wiped chocolate's four little paws clean with a towel, took the quilt and threw it down.
He never slept on the sofa, but preferred his own floor, so the sofa became a sleeping place for chocolate.
The cat yawned pretentiously, then wagged its tail gracefully, and slowly lay down on its own cushion.
It squinted one eye and looked at the man covered with a quilt on the carpet, and it didn't stand up again until it heard the sound of even breathing.
"Meow~"
She let out a baby cry, stood on the sofa and listened to the man's reaction, but he was really asleep.
The cat jumped up and down on the sofa for a while. Seeing that Jenkins really didn't respond, it slowly jumped off the sofa, walked through the living room, and then got out through the small door under the main door of the house.
There was no snow or rain in Nolan the week Jenkins was away, and the ground was very dry. The cat sauntered onto the lawn, then got out from under the yard fence with its head down, and stood alone on the somewhat empty St. George Street.