"letter… "
The earl murmured, "I'm sorry, Baron William, I don't know what you're talking about."
The frequency with which his ringed hand tapped the table changed, and Jenkins noticed it keenly.
"It doesn't matter whether you know it or not, what matters is whether I know the content of the letter."
Jenkins' face became serious, he stood up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back. Tonight is another cloudy day, and in the dim city, I don't know how many crimes will happen again.
The count leaned on the armrest of the chair and wanted to stand up, but instinct stopped him:
"Do you even know what you got?"
The voice was very harsh.
"I know, of course I know, this is something that can shake the kingdom. I grew up in this great country and witnessed the madness and progress of this era. I certainly don't want it to be destroyed."
Turning around while talking, there are sharp eyes under the frown... This is also taught by Miss Stuart, it belongs to negotiation etiquette, God knows how she defines this term.
"you!"
The count finally stood up, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair seemed to stand on end:
"Where did you get those letters, and what on earth are you going to do?"
"I don't want to do anything, I just want you to know what I have... Of course, at some point in the future, when I need your help, I think you will be very generous. I can also guarantee that those letters only I know, neither the church nor the kingdom."
After speaking, he sneered very unskillfully, and then drew a circle in the air with his fingers:
"At least a few hundred people know that I'm here to visit you tonight. I don't think you've done anything stupid?"
"certainly."
The earl was obviously leaning forward, wanting to rush out like a mad old lion, but he smiled at himself, sat down at once, and leaned back on the seat.
Jenkins didn't know whether he performed well just now, but his goal should have been achieved. He now urgently needs a safe information channel from the mundane side, otherwise it would be too dangerous to investigate everything by himself.
"Maybe, the you I'm investigating is not you at all. I just want to remind you that those letters involve a lot of things. If you don't want to die unexpectedly, you'd better stay away from them. Young people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, you will never think of yourself What you hold in your hand is something more dangerous than a steam bomb."
The Earl obviously knew something about witches, but he probably couldn't guess that Jenkins was one of those weird transcendent beings.
"I understand, but only the two of us know about this matter. If it is leaked, it can only be your responsibility."
He insisted on this.
"So, who are you working for?"
"It's just me."
The count shook his head slightly, apparently in disbelief. Being able to get those terrible things, the power behind William is obviously not to be underestimated. Looking at that young and handsome face, he suddenly thought of an incident a few months ago. It was at the dinner party of the Marquis Mihail, the Marquis and the unexpectedly visiting Duke Douglas Gerald had said some incomprehensible words, and the Marquis Mihail had also hinted at some things that he did not understand in private...
For some reason, I immediately thought of the queen, the royal family, and a certain photo I saw in Cold Spring Palace when I was young. My head seemed to explode with a bang, and a series of things were strung together, pointing to the most impossible possibility.
He stared wide-eyed at the blond hair, looked at the too young face, and thought of the inborn nobility on the dining table:
"Oh my god~"
If Jenkins could read minds, he would be able to hear the groans/groans of middle-aged men.
Mr. Writer was a little surprised that the earl looked at him, but thought that his threat had worked, so he coughed and waved his right hand in the air:
"I like the atmosphere of the conversation now, let's move on... I agree with your proposal."
"Um... um? Uh~"
The count showed an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream, and opened his mouth to blurt out something, but then shook his head and sighed: "It should be said that this is your proposal? What kind of hidden content do you want to add to the agreement?"
"No, I don't need any hidden content. As you know, I'm just a devout believer, and I just get involved in some small troubles occasionally."
Subconsciously, he wanted to touch the chocolate, but realized that his cat was left at home. I miss it a little in my heart, and worry about whether my kitchen will suffer.
He had hidden the dessert in the easy-to-find cupboard, and the cat should be able to find it easily.
"Don't tell me that those threats just now were just to let Hathaway breathe."
Earl Hesha asked mockingly, with a somewhat exhausted tone.
"Why not?"
Jenkins shrugged.
Judging from the earl's expression, he didn't believe it at all.
In fact, Jenkins didn't believe it either. Recent events made him understand that he needed additional channels of information. The conversation with the earl today was just an introduction, and he should still use the earl in the days to come.
"Then this is the end of tonight's visit. Afterwards, the professionals under the church will discuss with you. Whether you can get what you want depends on your own attitude."
The count nodded, and looked at Jenkins again, with deep meaning in his cloudy eyes:
"You are like a shadow."
"I do not understand what you mean."
The slightly old-fashioned middle-aged man stood up, and the look of calmness and prestige was really shocking: "You are obviously standing in front of me, and I know your information very well, but I feel that you are so Unreal, as if standing in front of me was a false person."
He should be ironic. The image of a pure and kind writer created by Jenkins does not match the scheming shown in the conversation just now.
But what does it matter, the shadow doesn't matter, after all, Jenkins himself often reminds himself who he is "now" to prevent those secrets from being exposed to the sun.
"Like a... phantom of reality."
The Earl finally concluded that his eyes did not make contact with Jenkins, and he did not know what he was thinking.
Jenkins couldn't accurately describe the results of this meeting, but he also believed that these upper-level struggles had little to do with him. He has achieved his goal, so in order to prevent that old lion-like man from dying with him for a while, Jenkins plans to go home as soon as possible to deal with his little greedy cat.