It's late at night, and no one knows what happened in the alley.
As Jenkins knew, Liverpool were still madly pursuing Miss Jennifer Lawrence. After he heard about this shop by chance, he came here with the mentality of giving it a try. But Summer/Miss's asking price was far higher than the poor student's expectation, so he left so soon with a sad face.
"That is to say, there are a lot of gold pounds in that office?"
Jenkins still remembers the role he played.
"Sir, I don't know if they have any money... But Summer/Miss has two bodyguards, I think they should have robbed them..."
This was an active reminder to Jenkins of the situation there, and he seemed to really want to get rid of the robbers behind him as soon as possible.
"Did anything happen after you left the store?"
Jenkins asked suddenly.
Mr. Liverpool was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately replied quickly: "Nothing happened, I just went back to my residence!"
"Very well, I appreciate a smart guy like you. Pick up your poor wallet, don't look back, and go."
The voice is short and deep.
"Okay, okay, thank you."
As he spoke, he bent down, and then wanted to run forward, but stopped suddenly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Should you not suddenly shoot me, this is a very dishonest thing."
"Hmph, I still have a lot of things to do tonight, how can I waste bullets on you?"
Liverpool should have understood the hint that the robber behind him wanted to attack Summer/Miss, and didn't say anything else, and quickly ran towards the depths of the alley with his hands raised high.
"A comb that implicates love? It sounds a bit romantic."
Jenkins, who changed into a new outfit, paced back to the street again, looking up at the second floor.
His pocket watch was in the pocket of his overcoat, and the warning chain was still unresponsive.
"If Liverpool's statement is correct, then there should only be two gunmen as bodyguards at this time, and it is not a troublesome thing."
As he thought about it, he took the chocolate and headed towards home:
"But what does it have to do with me? Are you going to come and rob?"
As he thought this, he missed his fireplace.
The next morning, he told his father what he found last night. The excuse was that he heard it from a black market businessman, and "it is said that someone is ready to do it."
Dad took this matter very seriously, and immediately left to report to the church and prepare to deal with it. He asked Jenkins to take care of the store for a while, and by the way, clear out the things he bought in the countryside of Nolan City yesterday.
He was referring to the row of alleys in the warehouse that had been stacked in the backyard when Jenkins arrived in the morning. Those are all boxes of the same size made of wooden boards, and the straw in the wooden boxes can even be seen protruding from the gaps.
Because of this, Jenkins thought that what his father bought were carefully preserved antiques, but after opening them with a crowbar, he found that most of them were still stained with mud.
"It turned out that the ruins were really found, and I don't know if it has anything to do with the dragon."
With his current level, he still couldn't find out which era this batch of uneven quality goods belonged to, so after confirming that they were all ordinary items, he began the tedious cleaning work.
Pop didn't come back until lunchtime, but a message came in that Jenkins would be back before his work was over.
So only Jenkins and chocolate were there for lunch. In order to reward Chocolate for being well-behaved these days, he temporarily left the store and let Chocolate look at it for a while, while he went to the same dessert shop on Fifth Queen's Avenue to buy a small piece of chocolate. cake.
When I came back with the cardboard box, a customer actually came to the store. It was a well-dressed lady, and her carriage was parked at the door of the shop. Visible through the window, she is standing at the counter looking at the chocolates.
jingle~
"Sorry, sorry, I went shopping just now. Guest, do you need anything?"
The woman held a long red feather fan, and her waist was so thin that Jenkins almost suspected that she had undergone surgery to remove her ribs on both sides. From this point of view, she looks like a woman from the most traditional aristocratic family. Even Miss Michel or Hathaway does not have such a graceful and luxurious temperament.
"Never mind, young man. Isn't Father Oliver here?"
"Hello, I'm Papa Oliver's apprentice. Papa has business to discuss and is away, but he will be back before five o'clock in the afternoon. If you need to find him, you can come back later. I'm really sorry. "
While talking, he put the chocolate cake next to the chocolate. He lay on the counter and opened his right eye to look at it, but did not move. It was waiting for Jenkins to open the carton and deliver it to it.
"That's such an unfortunate coincidence. Maybe you can help me too..."
She closed the exaggerated fan and tapped in the palm of her hand:
"Oliver's father promised to help me find a porcelain bottle suitable as a gift, and agreed to pick it up today. I think you can give it to me."
"Oh, I suppose that's all right, ma'am."
Jenkins said.
He heard from his father about this a few days ago, but recently he often "has a vacation", so the memory is not very deep. But generally for this kind of business by appointment, Dad and Jenkins will hang the note on the nail on the wall behind the counter as a memo, just like Jenkins once hung the script writer's purchase of a vase.
He flipped through the slips of paper on the nail, took out the ledger and lowered his head to check it for a while.
"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Stepney Francis
"No, my registered name is Dries Francis."
She corrected that the red lipstick was exaggeratedly gorgeous.
"Yes, it's Dries. I'm so sorry, the handwriting is a bit unclear. Dad has already found the item you want, and it's in the warehouse behind. I think you should have brought the final payment."
In fact, the handwriting was very clear, but he was worried that someone was impersonating him, so he deliberately mispronounced the name.
"Yes, hurry up, please."
"Yes, Lady Frances."
Dad is a person who likes neatness and order, and the goods in the warehouse are organized very well, so he found the beautifully packed box very smoothly.
After pulling out the long box from the pile of two-person-high goods, I subconsciously thought of blowing on the surface, but there was no dust on it at all.
He shook his head with a smile, stroked it subconsciously, and then clamped it on the side of his left arm. This one, it seems that this will be a very smooth business.
PS: It should be difficult to see this now. A map (meaning that the protagonist's activities are limited to a certain range) is used in the final novel. After all, changing the map not only expands the world setting, but also means being able to write (shui) a few more volumes. If I still write this book, I will definitely not do this kind of thing that uses a map until the end. It is really inconvenient.
Explaining the above point is just to let you read for a while, it seems that today's update is very long and slipped away.
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