Mr. Burrow is full of confidence in this "Frozen", and the first batch of editions is going to be printed in five figures. Even if the worst result is not sold out, it can be shipped to surrounding areas to continue selling.
"Speaking of which, have you ever thought about taking a short trip to the Kingdom of Hampavo?"
Jenkins was still looking at the figure of Mr. Bro getting into the carriage, and the old man asked suddenly.
He was startled, thinking that his illegal crossing of the national border without permission had been exposed, but after thinking about it, it was unlikely.
"I don't have such an idea. Dad, I heard that the Hampawa Kingdom in winter, from Fenier County to the north, is not a place suitable for human habitation."
"It won't be long before you wear a few more clothes? There are many big cities in the extreme north, and the permafrost glaciers and hot springs on the snowfields are all wonders that you can't see in other places."
He took off his glasses, took them back under the counter, wiped the ruby in his hand with a tablecloth, and said in a relaxed tone:
"There is a batch of goods to be sent from there. If you are not interested, then I will find someone else to escort it. I heard that you have not left the Kingdom of Fidiktli so far. In fact, young people should go more. .”
"What you said is very similar to what the Traveler Sect said."
said Jenkins, but thought it was impolite, and asked before Dad could react:
"So, have you ever been to the north of the mainland?"
"Of course, I even lived in Loen for two years when I was young, it's such an interesting city. Wait a minute..."
As he spoke, he put down the jewel in his hand, and walked up the stairs to the second floor, and came back a few minutes later with a photo album.
The cover of the photo album is brown leather, but it feels smooth to the touch. Dad didn't let Jenkins read the previous content, but flipped to the middle and later position.
In the large photo album that was spread out, there were six black and white photos that were seriously yellowed. The protagonists of the photos are all the same middle-aged man with a serious expression. Jenkins couldn't tell the order in which the photos were taken because Papa didn't look any different in all six photos.
"You looked really handsome when you were young."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The old man showed a rare smile. He looked at those photos with some nostalgia, as if he was reminiscing about the past:
"This was taken a long time ago. The photography technology at that time was much worse than it is now, otherwise it should be able to be preserved better."
He pointed to the one in the middle on the left, with a very tall clock tower in the background. Compared with the one in Nolan City, the one with the steeple in the photo looks more historically heavy, and it should have existed for far more than a hundred years.
"This is the famous Helfite Clock Tower in Ruen City, a landmark building that symbolizes freedom and peace. In the summer of 871 in the general calendar, in order to commemorate the 500 years of human immigration settlement here, Rodfils III of the ancient Shikali Empire The Emperor, allocated money from the treasury to build it."
The clock tower still exists until now, but it is no longer open to the citizens. Miss Miller and Jenkins saw it from a distance when they were sightseeing in Loen. Miss Miller also suggested that the two of them could fly up to take a look at it at night, but Jenkins refused because it was too late.
The backgrounds of these six photos are actually almost blurred to the point where they cannot be seen clearly, and Jenkins can only recognize where they are by relying on his father's introduction.
The only photo is at the top of the right half, standing with the old man is a young man with a bright smile. He was wearing a decent formal suit, pretending to be leaning on a cane with both hands, and looked about the same age as Jenkins.
Dad didn't introduce who it was, and Jenkins didn't ask much, but he always felt that he had seen that face elsewhere.
After working hours, Jenkins went back to Privet Drive to visit John, who had almost died.
While chatting downstairs, Mary with a sad face said that she had asked for a week off from school for John, hoping that he could rest at home for a few days. In fact, John was not injured, but considering that the young people who died yesterday afternoon were all John's classmates at the Nolan Private Third Preparatory Academy. Mary hoped that John could stay away from the school temporarily. After all, according to Jenkins' knowledge, there were only three classes at John's level, and more than 20 people died this time. This was a big blow to everyone.
John was lying in his room, looking fine, just a little down. Although the girl she had a crush on survived, most of the friends closed their eyes forever.
Thinking that most of them died due to the aftermath of the [Twin Demon] explosion, Jenkins didn't know how to comfort his brother.
Putting the 5 pound 3 shilling pen selected in advance as a gift on the bedside table, the two brothers had a brief conversation, and Jenkins withdrew from the room.
As soon as he went out, he saw Chocolate standing on the railing of the stairs looking at him, and Jenkins felt a little relieved.
Before leaving Privet Drive, Mary asked quietly if she wanted to come home for the week. She has learned from the newspaper that the residents of St. George's Avenue have temporarily moved out due to the large-scale renovation of the underground pipes. Mary is worried that Jenkins will not find a place to live.
"It's all right, Bishop Parode has prepared a small room for me in the church."
It's actually bigger than Jenkins' living room.
"It's very comfortable to live there. Although it's a bit far from Papa's antique shop, at least at night, I can pray and attend mass with the priests."
He declined the offer to move back temporarily, fearing he would bring trouble here.
After having dinner in the church, chatted with Bishop Parode for a while, and went to the secret library to kill some time, then returned to his room and prepared to rest.
He sat on the bed with his cat in his arms, spread a history book on the textual research of the 17th century on his crossed legs, and when the time on the pocket watch showed eight o'clock in the evening, he activated the spiritual magnet.
In front of the still burning fireplace, Miss Miller put her elbows on the handle of the seat, holding her face and watching Jenkins change from transparent to unreal, and then from unreal to solid.
"Good evening."
"Good evening."
It is rare to see the moon outside the window, and there is no snowfall tonight, which is a rare weather in Ruen City in winter.
Miss Stuart and Julia had not yet arrived, and they could only find an opportunity to leave the palace after nine o'clock. As the princess of the kingdom, she can find an excuse to move out of the palace that is bright all night only after she turns eighteen, and this year Dolores is only sixteen.
"OK."
Miss Miller chuckled at Jenkins, "So, did anything interesting happen this week?"