Jenkins originally thought that the question this time would be directed at the New God believers, but he didn't expect people's desire to be stronger.
"Sir, may I ask if Nolan City is the place of destiny in those strange rumors? What are the Orthodox Church and illegal organizations looking for?"
"They are naturally pursuing fate, but fate will never show mercy to those who actively pursue it."
Mr. Corpse's answer was as expected obscure. Rather, it would be very strange if he bluntly told the secrets he knew.
With some doubts, the party officially ended, and the professor and Jenkins also left silently.
It was still after climbing over the fence of the hospital that his depressed mood suddenly improved. Snow is still falling, but very little. Walking in the wilderness with the professor, looking back inadvertently, the abandoned buildings crawled there like wolves in the middle of the night.
"Mr. Corpse has always struck me as odd."
He said in a low voice as he released Chocolate from the restraint of his coat.
"Yes, I also think that this gentleman gives me a different feeling from Miss Bevanna who is also at level 8."
The professor agrees with Jenkins, but warns:
"But don't rush to find out the real identity of Mr. Corpse. We all know that there was a fool who did such a thing last year. Later, he lay down in the cabinet under Mr. Corpse."
Jenkins nodded and asked again:
"Then do you know anything about this gentleman? In fact, apart from our party, I have never heard any rumors about him in Norland City."
"Mr. Corpse is very low-key. Speaking of it, I don't seem to have heard of this gentleman from other places..."
After leaving the confines of the hospital, the two returned to the city on Jenkins' horse. The character of this horse is extremely docile, even if he can't ride a horse, he can read his master's mind to a certain extent. But if you want to use it more effectively, you still need to learn the skills of riding a horse.
Jenkins' plan is to wait for the spring of next year and ask Bishop Palod to find a professional equestrian teacher for him. After all, winter is not a good season for outdoor learning.
The next day was Saturday, the 24th day of the month, and the snow that lasted all night finally stopped in the early morning. However, due to the small amount of snowfall, the road surface was not completely covered. When Jenkins took the cat to the street, only a few small shopkeepers in cotton gloves were yawning and sweeping the snow from the steps of their shops.
The work in the morning was still so boring. After the unexpected frequent visitors in the past few days, the business of the antique shop has become not so prosperous again. Because of this, Dad had plenty of time to test Jenkins' recent learning progress and teach him some less powerful but interesting rituals.
While the two were having lunch, a little boy rushed into the store door. He was wearing an oversized gray coat, and earth-green trousers with colorful patches. But the hair was neat, and judging from the crooked hairstyle, it was most likely his own trimming.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Oliver! Good afternoon, Mr. Williams!"
After greeting the two people holding the spoon in embarrassment, the boy handed over a letter.
Jenkins tactfully took out a silver coin and handed it to the boy. The boy thanked him again before leaving in a hurry. It was one of Papa's mail delivery boys, and Jenkins had seen it a few times before.
After wiping his palms with a towel, the old man shook the letter paper lightly. He frowned slightly, showing a puzzled expression, then shook his head with a smile, and flicked the edge of the letter paper with his finger.
"I think you have time in the afternoon too? Go out with me, there is a big business, I think I need someone to help me deliver the goods."
"No problem at all!"
Because there is some food in the mouth, the voice sounds muffled:
"But Dad, there won't be another accident this time, will it?"
"Why do you say again? Last time we went to Mr. Ink Club together, wasn't it safe?"
This sentence is indeed true, but the two encountered a murder on the street on the way back, and the one who was visited was killed shortly after, and even the body was burned to ashes for the ceremony.
Of course, Jenkins sanely didn't point this out.
This trip was for the business of the antique shop, not for other dangerous things.
The thing is like this, in Pigtail Lane in the east of Nolan City lived a poor family named Stress. But their family has a very valuable antique vase about 300 years ago. How the vase ended up in this family's family, the old man didn't know, but he knew the value of the vase very well.
There are three children in the Strese family, and of course Mr. Strese's meager income cannot support a family of five. But no matter how much the old man persuaded, he refused to sell the vase, so the old man hired some people to inquire about the family's situation at any time.
It's not surveillance, it's just to know the whereabouts of the vase as soon as possible. Of course, it also means protection.
The turning point of the matter appeared in the morning. Mr. Stress was going to work at the dock, but he returned home early. After a little inquiring, he found out that because of an accident, he accidentally remembered the wrong number, so he lost his job.
The old man thinks this is a good opportunity, maybe this matter can lead to a deal in the vase business.
The block where Pigtail Alley is located is not a slum, but there are too many unremarkable dirty alleys like this in Nolan City.
Arriving at the entrance of the alley in a carriage, the old man took out a note from his pocket to confirm the address again, but his eyes were full of doubts.
"The last time I came here, it was indeed an alley..."
In front of them was a newly built brick wall, and some sludge could still be seen in the gaps between the red bricks.
Jenkins glanced around: "Does the city hall think that such an alley is exposed on the street and hinders the city's appearance, so it is blocked for a while?"
"Where is this rule?"
The old man gave him a strange look, and then looked at the letter sent to the boy: "It wasn't mentioned in the letter either. Could it be that someone took advantage of the morning to build a wall here?"
"I'll ask."
Jenkins nodded and said, took the probing cat out of his coat and put it on the ground, then put his hands in his pockets and crossed the street with his head sideways.
Across the street is an old bookstore called Green Parrot. Through the window, you can see the densely packed old books on the shelves, and you can also see the gray-haired boss lying sleepily in front of the counter, while a parrot stands on the shelf above his head.