The practice ceremony lasted until the evening, because the reward food given to the wild cats in the afternoon was too rich, and when Jenkins wanted to drive them away, the wild cats had the intention of settling here and not leaving.
Jenkins could only bring chocolate to them, and before the kitten could even make a move, the three cats ran away with their tails between their legs.
"Sure enough, all cats are afraid of chocolate!"
After today's work was over, Jenkins first went to pay the steam fee for this month in the antique store for his father, and was entangled by the receptionist who tried to sell the annual package for a long time before escaping from the management center.
Seeing that the time for dinner was getting closer, he hurried back to St. George's Avenue to change his clothes, locked the gate and was about to find a free carriage and drive to Privet Drive when Mr. Nelly took his own The carriage turned from the steam valve erected at the corner of the street.
"Mr. Williams, where are you going?"
He seemed to want to visit Jenkins.
"I have something to do tonight..."
Throwing off the cover of the pocket watch, he hinted that he didn't have time now.
"Is that so? I don't know if I have the honor to give you a ride. I think you are planning to take a carriage."
As he said that, the fat businessman asked the coachman to park the carriage on the side of the road, and then he opened the door of the carriage himself, pressing the side of the door with his fat and short hand with a big jewel ring.
"Okay then, I'll go to Privet Drive in Sabine."
Without refusing, he boarded the carriage.
Mr. Nelly really wanted to talk about things on the road. He looks very good today, and he looks like he is ten years younger.
"Baron William, I think your exorcism really worked that day! May God bless me, I haven't dreamed of those horrible things for two days!"
He said excitedly that Jenkins was even worried that the buttons on his chest would fall off.
"Maybe it's because you've had a good rest these days. I heard from a doctor that whether you have nightmares is related to your fatigue level during the day and your mood."
He smiled and said, still with the attitude of not believing in evil spirits.
Mr. Nelly saw this, so he didn't dwell on this issue any longer. He leaned on the soft cushion with a smile on his face:
"Anyway, thank you very much for this matter. My friends also suggested that I go to a professional psychiatrist for consultation. I think what you have done should also be regarded as a kind of psychological intervention."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Of course, the term is called... oh, it seems to imply something, that's it."
He clenched his fist and patted his palm, then, as if remembering something, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jenkins:
"Here's a check from the Traveller's Bank. I think you know how to use it."
The check is an extremely exaggerated number.
"No, I won't accept it, please put it away."
"But… "
"If you still want to continue our cooperation, please take it back."
Jenkins knew in his heart that this big businessman who came to Nolan for the first time should have finally heard about his "identity" in the upper class, otherwise the number on the check should be a few less zeros.
"Well."
He laughed: "But this..."
"I won't tell others, after all, exorcism without permission is also illegal."
Both of them were extremely satisfied with the result of this matter. Mr. Nellie got rid of his troubles, and Jenkins learned new information during the process of purifying the evil spirit. This is a win-win situation.
There is also the earring and those transparent pearl-like things. The former is temporarily kept by Hathaway. After searching for information, the latter is a kind of food that can be eaten to increase the spirit of the gifter. It can only be made from extremely pure The spirit is born.
Jenkins had eaten them, and they tasted bitter, which he guessed was the taste of tears. He restrained himself from inquiring about the value of this substance, because he was afraid that he would be uncontrollably angry at the cat.
"Speaking of which, thank you very much. I have already found some people in Nolan City who claim to have the ability to expel evil spirits, and I think they are all liars."
The businessman said cheerfully.
But Jenkins believes that in Nolan City at this point in time, the probability of encountering a benefactor who wants to get some money is much higher than that of a liar.
“I even signed up for a paranormal support group where everyone has a story, I guess you know what a support group is? Everyone sits in a chair and sits in a circle and shares their stories…”
"I know, of course, it's very common."
Jenkins nodded, appeasing the impatient Chocolate. Mr. Nelly's carriage smelled so thick and terrible of incense that even Jenkins had to breathe through his mouth only, making his voice muffled, not to mention cats with their always sensitive noses.
"You don't need to join that group now. Although I have never believed in the existence of evil spirits and the like, too much dealing with those unlucky people will also affect my mood and luck."
"Baron William, you are absolutely right. I think so too... That group of people should not be serious people. The people who introduced me to join claim that they have a magical mirror, which can help..."
"Mirror?"
Sensitive to the word, Jenkins blinked, but remained uninterested:
"What kind of mirror is it? Antique?"
"That person didn't go into details, so who knows? It's probably a trick of a magician or something."
Jenkins smiled:
"If that's the case, I'm interested in it. You know, writers like me often get annoyed by being uninspired, and maybe those interesting stories..."
"I see."
The businessman nodded tactfully: "If you are interested, then go to attend instead of me. Don't worry about identity, it is always a bit disrespectful for a person like me to attend such a party, so I excused my friend at that time Something went wrong, but your picture has been in the papers and it might cause some trouble."
"You don't need to worry, I just need the stories. Maybe I need to hire a private eye or something. These are convenient times, and most things can be done with gold pounds."
"You are so thoughtful."
The businessman praised, he twisted his body, tore off the notepad hanging on the side of the carriage, and began to write about the situation of the supernatural event mutual aid group.