The woman stroked the earrings in her palm with her thumb, and suddenly laughed:
"Jenkins, it's not very strange for men to wear earrings."
"No, it's a strange thing in my opinion. At least, I would never do that."
Speaking of this, Jenkins thought of the well-dressed men who were often seen at balls or banquets, and strengthened his determination not to use this item.
Not to mention, such a highly recognizable item will have a fixed identity once it is used, which is quite detrimental to Jenkins' daily activities.
"Then why should it be kept with me? I think, no matter how such an item is traded, it can get a satisfactory price."
"But I'm not short of money right now."
While saying these words, a great sense of satisfaction filled his heart. He never imagined that he would be able to utter such sentences one day, but it felt so good!
"Also, I am no longer a newcomer in the field of benefactors, and I know the value of special items very well. In fact, I don't plan to sell any items I own in the future. This is the correct approach."
Hathaway nodded. She saw that Jenkins really wanted to do this, so she didn't say any more words of rejection. But she's never been one to take advantage of her friends, so she's already thinking about how to repay Jenkins' "friendship."
"Recently, there have been a lot of attacks where blood was sucked dry in the city. I think you should have heard of it."
A new conversation begins when the chocolate is rested and ready to climb up the table to touch the cake on the plate. Jenkins bought this when he came home in the evening. Although Hathaway didn't ask him to prepare tea, he still made some desserts for the guests.
But obviously, an aristocratic girl who keeps her figure will never eat such high-sugar food at night, and a person like Jenkins will never understand this.
"I heard that there are rumors that the legendary vampires have appeared in this city... I have decided to avoid going out at night as much as possible, because it is said that they are afraid of the sun."
"I've also heard similar rumors."
Jenkins became more and more sure that the Orthodox Church was definitely sending information to illegal gifters through the black market and other channels.
"What's going on in Nolan City? It's only been a month since the devil happened."
She looked very sad, watching Jenkins struggle with the chocolate with her face lifted. Although the former had the upper hand, the cats looked more like they were playing than hunting for food.
"How could I have such a strange idea?"
She herself felt a little funny.
"Obviously, this city has bad luck. I think you might be able to take a long winter trip to avoid these dangers. Friends I know, no, not believers in the new gods, please don't show that expression. Cough Cough, among the friends I know, two have completely left the city."
"But you should have heard the rumors about the end of the era, right?"
Hathaway asked, tapping her finger on the brown armrest of the wooden seat.
The corners of Jenkins' mouth curled up, then he closed his eyes and nodded slightly.
This is a very sensitive topic, because most of the churches of evil gods claim that the end of the era means the end of the world, and believing in their gods is the only way to avoid destruction.
Also because of this, even though everyone understands that the rumors are highly likely to be true, they still tacitly avoid such topics—no one wants to be considered a believer of an evil god.
Thinking of what happened today, Jenkins invited Hathaway to join him in creating a new opera for the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe. Although she was a little surprised that Jenkins would find such a commission, she also understood it when she thought that after the Ritter Award, young writers had almost become the hottest friends of all noble girls.
"Of course, at least in terms of music, I am quite confident."
It was getting late at night, and Hathaway came on foot, so Jenkins proposed to send her back. The vehicle was naturally the skeleton horse. In order to prevent being witnessed, he also used the black mist necklace to summon a black mist to wrap himself.
On a night filled with fog, such a concealment method is quite effective.
But Jenkins has always had an inexplicable relationship with the night. On the way back to St. George's Street, he unexpectedly ran into George Liverpool, the young man who tried to break into the club. Of course, he is also a distant relative of the former flower girl.
When I met him, he was in the middle of Fifth Queen's Road. The young man was wearing a black coat with a row of buttons tightly buttoned. He walked nervously against the wall with his head shrunk. Jenkins is different. This person is not used to traveling at night, and from the perspective of wealth, he has a high probability of suffering from night blindness.
Jenkins had just emerged from the alley facing the street and was about to cross the stone road to the opposite side of the street when he noticed him acting strangely.
Past experience told Jenkins that if he followed up at this time, there was a high chance that he would be forced to intersect with some troublesome things.
"It has nothing to do with me."
He suppressed his curiosity and said to himself that he planned to walk on the street for a while, and wait until the young Liverpool was far away before calling out the horses. But things would not go so smoothly. Soon, Jenkins found that Liverpool was walking in the same direction as himself.
At this moment, Jenkins was like a stalker, following the young man with his cat. He intends to change this situation, but he is unwilling to leave this shortest way home.
In this way, they walked back and forth for ten minutes, passing by Papa's antique shop during the period, and Liverpool finally stopped in front of the former site of the 431B apartment on Queen's Road.
On a rainy night at the end of summer, there were very bad incidents of robbers breaking in and killing people here, and later it collapsed due to the energy impact of the statue of the evil god. After several months of clearing, the ruins of the collapsed buildings have been cleared, and because of the excellent location facing the street, the property owners in this area were quick to build new buildings.
But this time it was no longer a residential building. My father said that the businessman had a serious cleanliness habit, so he was unwilling to build the same building in a place where many people had died. It was replaced by a three-story shophouse in the style of Papa's Antique Store.
The first floor is used as a store, and the second and third floors are rented out to organizations such as law firms or detective firms.
Now the building has begun to take shape, and the store's brand new sign has been hung up. Mr. Liverpool stopped next to the side stairs of the building, walked along the red iron stairs to the second floor, took a few breaths, knocked on the door, glanced behind him, and then walked in.