"Yes, when the steam train stopped in the city of Ovsk, I saw in the newspapers that people found prohibited weapons from the Galvin family's territory. It is said that they were some steam bombs with their foundry numbers erased? "
"It's more than that simple, your news is a bit outdated."
Mademoiselle Michael shook her finger.
"oh?"
Jenkins raised his eyebrows. The charge of hiding prohibited weapons should be big enough. What else
"The search team sent by the royal family found some fresh bones under the ancestral home of the Galvin family, which are said to be related to illegal sacrifices. This incident has damaged the honor of the nobles of the country, so it has not spread for the time being. But it is true exists, and there is sufficient evidence to believe that this incident is more 'real' than the possession of weapons."
Jenkins understood the hidden meaning of this sentence, but he did not hear it, so he planned to ask his father when he went back.
The conversation with the two ladies continued until the evening, and the three of them parted ways after having dinner in the club. Jenkins retrieved his hat, coat, and cane, put the drowsy chocolate on his shoulders, and left by the front door.
George Liverpool was no longer at the door, and there were indeed quite a few pedestrians on Shaftier Avenue in the evening. In the background of sunset and dusk, people walk through the winter streets, except for the little boy who is barefoot selling evening papers, most of them are tightly wrapped.
Entering the second half of November, the cold air blowing from the north swept over Mount Lopida, and winter has really arrived.
Jenkins stood at the intersection for a while, ignoring the empty carriage. He put his hands in the pockets of his black coat, lowered his head so that the brim of his hat covered his eyes, bent over and walked along the courtyard wall beside the street, and walked into the alley without sunlight.
A few minutes later, Hathaway also came in after changing her clothes. She nodded to Jenkins, looked back carefully, and then took off her hat and scarf with confidence.
"Sorry, Britney talked to me for a while..."
she said apologetically.
"It's okay, I just came here too, come here."
The draft was very cold, and the two walked to the middle of the alley, where some wooden boxes were piled up, with the words Brooks Garbage Disposal Company crookedly written in pen on the label.
"Thank you for the gift, I didn't have time to say it just now."
The woman subconsciously fiddled with the hair beside her ears.
"Miss Michel has already thanked you together, and it's only worthless things."
In some respects this is also true, because Jenkins did get it for nothing.
"I think we're going to start talking as soon as possible. I have something to do tonight."
He pressed the cat's head that had been protruding out quietly back into the coat, and then took a look at the pocket watch from the breast pocket of the coat, and would attend Mr. Corpse's party in a while.
"You always look like this..."
Hathaway didn't mind, just sighed softly.
"So, what happened the night before yesterday? I heard from friends in the city yesterday that we killed a well-known wanted criminal that night."
"Yes, he came to me for an expedition to the ruins a long time ago. But the thing he was looking for doesn't exist anymore. The stone slab really turned into sand by itself."
"Is he just for the slate?"
"Yes."
Hathaway nodded affirmatively: "To be honest, our group didn't get anything valuable during that expedition. If it wasn't for this incident, I would have almost forgotten those things... Oh, I remembered .”
She suddenly seemed to remember something, and shook her head in distress:
"There is indeed a very strange thing, yes. Right above the stone slab that the giant Salman wanted to find was a statue of the mythical creature Hydra. Before I found the stone slab, I once confronted a head in the center I glanced at it, and then I had some more knowledge in my head."
"What knowledge?"
He hurriedly asked, not noticing that the distance between the two was too close.
"have no idea."
Hathaway blushed and replied: "I only remember that I sold that knowledge once, and then my memory of this matter is completely blurred. I can't remember the content of the knowledge, and I can't remember who I traded with. Who is it? After checking my property, I found that there was an extra weapon... that is the rapier that night, I think this is probably the reward for selling knowledge... "
Jenkins opened his mouth slightly. This kind of thing seems to have been heard in church literature:
"Is this..."
"Yes."
Hathaway nodded troubled: "Some knowledge cannot be spread. When it is spoken by the owner, then the knowledge will completely belong to the second person. I have heard of such a thing before, but never I thought I would encounter it myself. I am really curious about what I sold and who I sold it to."
"Hmm, I'm curious too."
Jenkins nodded solemnly, but he was extremely frightened by the chaining ability of [My God is Here].
No matter how you think about it, people who try to obtain such weird abilities will not be decent people. Divine descent is a very serious and important matter, and if possible, he hopes that he can preserve this knowledge forever.
"Then will they still hunt you down? Do you want to find a place to hide for a while? I don't think Bishop Parode would mind sorting out an empty room in the church."
"Thanks, I don't think so much."
She blushed and took a step back. This action was natural: "I also have some news channels, and those people should not bother me in a short time. They don't fully know my identity, and what happened that night still exists. Some coincidence, I think I'll take care of that."
"That's good."
Jenkins nodded, reached out and touched his nose: "If you need help, please come to me anytime."
"Thanks."
The woman said in a low voice, and then suddenly laughed: "I remember you have said many times that you hate this kind of question and answer very much, because this is like a second-rate court romance novel."
"No, this can only be regarded as third-rate."
Mr. Writer corrected seriously.
Saying goodbye to Hathaway, Jenkins turned into Greenwood Second Machinery Avenue from the other side of the alley, took a vacant carriage in front of the dessert shop at the three-way intersection, and met Burns near the edge of the city Professor, yes, today is Mr. Corpse's party day.