The temperature at night in Ruen City can easily freeze to death a robust adult wearing single clothes, but the temperature in the room is a bit too high.
Jenkins wore a white shirt over a woolen waistcoat that Mary had knitted for him, and Miss Miller wore a white double-sleeve ruffled collar with intricate lace on the sides of the buttons.
Jenkins hoped that Miss Stuart's eldest brother, the man born with the golden key in his mouth, would not make any impulsive actions. He can be sure that Sallot Stuart's subordinates will never have a gifter who can stop Miss Miller.
Miss Miller knew more things, such as last Tuesday, before the party of four, Dolores was assassinated once. That incident was also planned by one of her brothers, but it has not yet been found out who it is.
"Is the Stuart family so keen on internal fighting? I think they should be able to easily see that Miss Stuart has no intention of fighting for the crown."
He was very puzzled by this. In Jenkins' view, the current target of those people should be other competitors.
"They're scared."
Miss Miller shrugged, waved her hand in the air, and dozens of transparent heads of young people appeared between the two of them like bubbles.
This should be her new ability, which was not discovered when she borrowed strength on the 31st.
"Look, there are about 13 people who are qualified to inherit and may compete for the crown. If we conduct a numerical analysis based on their own power, talent, intentions, background, etc..."
A small number appeared under the avatars of these people, and under the numbers were dense explanations, explaining the truth of the numbers.
"I prefer to give [personal ability] a higher weight, and [luck] is difficult to quantify, so it is counted as an added value at the end. From this point of view, Dolores Stuart's competitiveness , in fact, can be ranked in the top three."
Jenkins tilted her head to look at the content in the air, and her conclusion made sense.
"You mean, she can influence most of the guards in the palace?"
He points to a line of fine print.
"Of course, if not, how does she manage to come and go at night at will?"
Before returning to Nolan City, Ms. Miller suddenly mentioned that she recently recalled the situation when she accidentally obtained [Theory of Mathematics], and used some "special" methods to sum up the ritual of learning this ability. She is willing to share this knowledge with Jenkins if he needs it.
But Jenkins did not accept it, not because he thought the friendship between the two was not worth the price, but because there was only the last one left in his current ability position. It is still far away to be promoted to the fourth level, and he is still thinking about the magic [Blessing of Books].
After returning to Nolan, since he now lives in the church, he did not take the risk of calling out the unicorn to pluck its hair. The accident that night delayed many things, such as the time for the once-a-month potion trade, but he didn't have a chance to configure it again.
The city was once again shrouded in thick fog on Wednesday morning. The sky that has been clear for nearly a week has turned gray again, which is the normal state of this industrially developed city.
Early in the morning, Mr. Raul Onis, a lawyer, found Jenkins at Papa's Antique Store. When I went to visit Mr. Nellie with him last week, Jenkins mentioned that he needed a batch of old books to fill the bookshelf in his study. After half a week, he finally found a batch from Mr. Augustus's estate that was suitable for Jenkins. Bibliography requested.
But even if Jenkins is the heir of the estate, according to the arrangement of the will, all he can get is gold pounds. Therefore, it is impossible to get these books for free.
But he can buy the book at a very cheap price. After all, Mr. Augustus did not state in his will who the relic should be sold to.
That's not a loophole, at least Mr. Lawyer says it's definitely not.
Now that St. George's Avenue is completely closed, these books can only be temporarily stored in Papa Antiques. The lawyer found some movers at the pier for a cheap price, and transferred the books packed in cardboard boxes to the warehouse behind the antique shop in the afternoon of this day.
Because I still remember that A-03-1-6660, a copy of [Demonic Document] was found in Mr. Augustus's library, so even though this batch of books has been checked more than once by the Church, Jenkins and Dad checked it again .
But they didn't find any prohibited books in it, and the old man happily introduced the contents of some books he had read to Jenkins.
Most of these books have a history of a hundred years. Except for two or three classic novels that have been reprinted in this era, Jenkins has never even heard of the rest.
Dad valued them at 87 pounds 19 shillings and 3 pence, and the most valuable three single copies were worth 63 pounds. And the money Jenkins paid just now was only 10 pounds and 2 shillings.
Chocolate wasn't interested in books, nor did he like unheated warehouses, so he kept lying on the counter while the two men tidied up.
It yawned boredly, and then randomly pushed the green beads aside with its small paws. A wisp of extremely light green smoke overflowed from the surface of the Orb of Life, slowly drifting into Chocolate's nostrils.
It yawned again, and stood up from the counter mat. First, he walked back and forth on the counter twice, then jumped to the ground, and walked to the window on a catwalk.
The sun was about to set, and the fifth Queen's Road outside the store was bustling with people, most of whom were ordinary people returning home from get off work. Newsboys selling evening papers were yelling today's news, and the fat housewife holding a paper bag of bread looked curiously at the cat in front of the window.
It squatted there obediently, raised its head slightly, looked through the fog that shrouded the city, and saw the twin moons that had just appeared on the horizon in the distance.
According to the season, tonight will be the brightest day of the red moon in the entire [Moon of the End and Snowfall]. In earlier eras, this day had a very special meaning. But as vampires withdrew from the material world, only gifters who used the starry sky, the moon, and vampire abilities would pay special attention to such celestial phenomena.
Remembering that tonight was Jenkins' second baptism time, the cat felt a little troubled.
It turned and looked back, and the voices of Dad talking to Jenkins still lingered over the warehouse.
"Meow~"
Chocolate let out a soft cry, and the small mouth puffed up to spit out the bright yellow bead.
The bead was about the same size as Jenkins' Life Orb, but brighter than it. In total darkness, some warm yellow light can even be seen oozing from the surface.