As for the reason why Old Jack chose Jenkins, it was because in his opinion, Jenkins was very trustworthy, so he sent a letter to ask for his help. He wasn't worried that Jenkins' pharmaceutical skills were not enough, because all he needed was an assistant with pharmaceutical capabilities, and Jenkins had already disclosed the news that he had successfully made [Witch's Kiss] in his last letter.
At the end of the letter, Old Jack mentioned that he had already told his father about this matter, so Jenkins didn't need to worry about his father's attitude.
"Is it a good thing?"
Jenkins took the pen and thought about it. Since Old Jack said that he could bring the herbs to Nolan City, there was no reason for him to refuse. Moreover, he was able to buy gifts for his friends without any scruples during Beldyran's trip, thanks to Old Jack's [Witch's Kiss] potion formula.
Fill the pen with ink, and write the letter to old Jack on the letter paper. He stated that before the end of this year, he would have time to cooperate with him in refining the potion at any time, so after getting the herb, old Jack could go directly to Nolan.
There were other letters too, like invitations to dances from people I didn't know at all. Although I really want to throw these space-occupied papers directly into the furnace, Bishop Parode and Miss Windsor are right. Jenkins will live here for a long time as a mortal, and he must learn to deal with these things.
"Take it to the club tomorrow, let Hathaway and Miss Michelle decide..."
Processing these letters took so much time that he almost missed Miss Miller's appointment.
"Chocolate, come here!"
He sat on the sofa and patted his knees, and Chocolate strolled over slowly.
The living room of his own house in the field of vision was shattered, replaced by the frighteningly large reception room, but this time the gas lamp was not turned on. The only source of light in the room was the crackling fire in the fireplace, and the flames reflected in Miss Miller's eyes, making those beautiful eyes even more vivid.
Swirling a little in the armchair, Miss Stuart and Julia were out of sight.
"They won't be here tonight. Duke Dekater of the Hampavo Kingdom came to the capital from his own territory. As a princess of the royal family, she needs to attend the dinner."
Miss Miller easily understood what Jenkins was wondering. She was holding Jenkins' manuscript in her hand, obviously helping him to proofread it.
"Have you returned to Nolan City smoothly?"
"Yes, I plan to go to Miss Audrey's again on the weekend. Her divination... I mean, the astronomy class will continue."
Hearing what Jenkins said, Miss Miller chuckled and handed the manuscript back to him:
"I've already finished reading this, and I don't want to comment on the content. I think my reading taste is different from most ordinary readers. The wrong words are marked, you can go back and check again."
"Thanks."
Jenkins looked down and looked at it again. He thought of the marriage proposal accident that night again, and felt that the current atmosphere was a bit wrong, so he thought in his heart that he must hurry up and find a topic that can effectively change this situation.
"How can we destroy the ambiguous atmosphere?"
None of the female friends mentioned this, but it was the kind of problem Jenkins could handle himself: Mention another woman.
"How is the matter at Miss Stuart's place? How did you clarify the identities of the two of us?"
"this is very simple."
She put her right hand on the handle of the chair, supported her head with a cane, and replied with a smile.
Jenkins swallowed, this action is indeed very lethal.
"Meow~"
Chocolate pawed Jenkins' hand dissatisfied, reminding him not to stop and scratch.
"I am still a second-rate detective, Alexia Miller, who came to Loen from Nolan City due to personal reasons. And you are a writer and part-time antique store apprentice, Jenkins Williams, an ordinary gifter, Also my friend."
"that's all?"
"Yes, that's it."
She nodded at Jenkins: "That's the truth, isn't it?"
"Honestly... so how did Miss Stuart respond? Surprised? Angry?"
"Well~"
Miss Miller deliberately paused for a second: "It's very complicated. I have never seen so many emotions erupting in one person at the same time. You will understand when you see her. Although we don't have any feelings for her but this kind of behavior is always wrong. I don't think she will be as close to us as before, but I have confidence... "
She chuckled lightly, wondering what she was planning again.
"Things are going very well, at least so far. I don't think you need to worry about anything, Jenkins, at least until the end of the year. Dolores and Julia will be sure to have some interesting conversations with us, as always. topic of."
Jenkins nodded. He thought it was very valuable to make friends with a princess. This represented more information channels. Of course, making friends couldn't be so utilitarian. He really admired Miss Stuart.
"It's definitely not admiring her admiration for me!"
Talking about those interesting math problems with Miss Miller didn't return to Nolan City until late at night, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already Friday.
In the morning, I was working at Papa's antique shop as usual, and I heard that the old castle occupied by Mr. Constantine was finally about to be cleared out during the gem party.
A-12-02-4219, [Filthy Meat of the Devourer] has been in a state of uncontrolled growth after being completely insane by Jenkins. In this state, it is difficult for it to cause danger to the prepared gifters, but it still needs to be handled with great caution.
This is a good thing, because the end of the event means another reward for Jenkins. I just don't know whether the church will give cash directly, or choose one of Mr. Constantine's collections for him.
He thought about it expectantly for several hours before realizing that this matter would not be left to his choice.
The business of the antique shop is quite good today. While I was still copying the tadpole essays in the morning, a shivering old lady came in and picked out a good-looking antique vase.
And when the two were about to have lunch, another middle-aged gentleman picked out a colorful abstract oil painting. Although this is not considered an antique, it was sold for a good price because the painter who had just died suddenly became famous.
The old man thinks that there is an art dealer who has accumulated a large number of paintings and wants to sell them at a high price through publicity.