The excuse he used when he rejected Mr. Nelly last time was to find a professional lawyer to consult about the contract, so it is natural to bring a lawyer with him this time.
Fortunately, Jenkins really knew a trustworthy legal adviser with strong professional ability, that is, Mr. Raul Onis, who was responsible for drafting the will for Viscount Augustus and assisting Jenkins in supervising the execution.
There is no performance by the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe today, and they are still staying in the hotel that Jenkins "visited" on the 31st. Even the receptionist at the front desk was the one on the 31st, but she didn't have the memory of Jenkins knocking her out.
Although Jenkins and Mr. Onis did not have an appointment, Mr. Nelly happened to be at the hotel. He walked into the lobby of the hotel with the two of them almost backwards and forwards, wearing a brown hat and holding a lighted black pipe, looking very preoccupied.
"Oh, Lord Williamett, this is..."
"Raul Onis, Baron's counsel."
Lawyer Ornis is a tall, middle-aged man of moderate build. He should be about the same age as Mr. Nelly, but the latter is not only short, but also a little fat.
Hearing the lawyer's steady voice, Mr. Nellie nodded and stretched out his hand, a little absent-minded.
"Okay, welcome both of you, yes, let's find a place to sit down first. Baron William, I really hope you can bring me good news."
It seems that not only life, he also encountered troubles in business.
He was guided by Mr. Nelly all the way to his room, which is located on the top floor of the hotel. There is not only a separate bathroom and kitchen in the room, but also a rather sizable reception room.
"Since you brought a lawyer, I suppose the contract can be signed today?"
"certainly."
Jenkins sat on the sofa and nodded, "But you asked me to write that detective story before the end of this year and find a suitable musician to make a score that can be used. This time may be too urgent. You know , Today is the last week of this month, even if I can really make a great story in a short period of time, the music part and the troupe's practice will take quite a long time."
"What you said makes sense."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and his eyes drifted subconsciously to his left side. Jenkins blinked at the right moment, and sure enough, he saw a transparent spirit floating beside Mr. Nelly.
It was a female image with huge wounds on her body, and it was hard to imagine the cause of her death. Her eyes are not like normal people, but they are tilted outwards. The corners of her eyes are extremely slender. The tongue in her mouth hangs out of her mouth. From time to time, something like saliva will slide down, but in fact there will be nothing. fall to the ground.
According to the black particles slowly overflowing from the spirit body, it should indeed be classified as an evil spirit.
Her dirty hair was wrapped around the fat businessman's neck, and occasionally it would suddenly tighten. Poor Mr. Nellie couldn't see this terrible thing, but he could feel the torture he received all the time.
"Okay, but please hurry up."
he replied weakly.
"No problem, in fact I do know a friend who is very accomplished in music. I think you will see the final product before the end of the first month of next year."
"It would be great… "
Mr. Nelly smiled reluctantly, and then raised his hand to wipe his sweat.
Because the contract has already been drawn up, it only needs to modify some details, and the two can sign their names.
Of course, before that, they have to go to the city hall in a horse-drawn carriage for notarization and filing, so as to ensure that when one party violates the content of the contract, the other party can use the power of the kingdom's law to protect its rights.
After tossing about the whole process, it was already afternoon. Mr. Onis, the lawyer, had other things to do in the afternoon, so he did not have lunch with the two of them, but he and Jenkins made an appointment to meet at another time, because Jenkins asked him about the inheritance of Viscount Augustus in the carriage, Are there used books ready for sale.
Mr. Nellie's mood obviously improved a lot, so he also paid for the lunch and tips. The two spent another whole afternoon discussing matters related to the script. It can be seen that at least this businessman is not the kind of ignorant idiot.
By discussing whether to add mystery to detective stories—which is all the rage these days—Jenkins had the opportunity to steer the conversation toward his goals:
"Mr. Nellie, I noticed that after coming to Nolan City, your spirit has not been very good. Is it because the city's eating habits don't suit your taste?"
"No, Nolan is very good."
The answer is quite perfunctory.
"Then what's the matter with you, I think you'd better see a doctor you can trust. You probably also know from the newspapers that a terrible plague broke out in this city the other day. I think it's better to be cautious."
"Yes, I saw the news, it's really unfortunate... I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
He had no intention of telling Jenkins about himself.
"Then I wish you luck. I also know a lot of friends locally. If you need it, you can tell me."
Jenkins shrugged, he didn't need to follow too closely to reveal his purpose.
But Mr. Nelly's patience was much worse than Jenkins thought, because Chocolate was impatient, so he planned to get up and leave after three o'clock. But at this time, Mr. Nelly seemed to have gone through an extremely difficult psychological struggle, and suddenly changed the subject:
"Baron, this may sound ridiculous, but do you believe in ghosts in this world?"
"I never believed in any superhuman powers other than great gods."
He still gave the same answer, but before Mr. Nelly spoke again, he added:
"But things like hauntings, I did experience them."
"Yeah?"
Mr. Nellie asked in surprise, and took the initiative to pick up the teapot and refill Jenkins with a cup of tea.
"Yes, it's still in autumn. I live on St. George's Street now, and that house is a famous haunted house nearby. You can find out by asking a little."
This is absolutely true.
"Then why did you move there? I think, even if you don't believe in the existence of those ridiculous ghosts, there is no need to challenge such a dangerous thing."
Mr. Nellie asked, rolling his eyes, trying to look like I didn't care and was just asking. Jenkins might actually have believed him if he hadn't known the truth of the matter.