Nothing else happened that night, but probably because of a horror story I told before going to bed, a huge cat actually appeared in the dream. One person and one cat looked at each other for a long time, and then Jenkins woke up with a start. .
Opening his eyes, his side face was leaning against Chocolate's black and white fur tail. The cat was breathing evenly, and he probably hadn't woken up yet.
"What time is it?"
He recalled some vague dreams and felt sleepless. He found his pocket watch in the bedside table, worried that he would wake up the chocolate, so he didn't use lighting, but directly called out the monocle.
The room is very hot and dry, so holding a pocket watch with a cold metal case in your hand gives you a refreshing pleasure.
"Five forty past..."
He sighed and spread his arms, letting the hand holding the pocket watch drop to the side of the bed.
"A new day, Saturday, no arrangements, be careful of the son of the evil god, pay attention to the shadows of others, and pay attention to the reaction of the starlight ball..."
He told himself, carefully turned over and looked towards the window, the quilt was wrapped around his body. The heavy curtains were drawn before going to bed, but there was still a gap.
Can't see the sun, after all, it is not yet dawn. He covered his slightly tired face with his hand, rubbed it a few times, then took it away and forced himself to show an exaggerated smile:
"everything will get better."
Today is another foggy day, the time for the implementation of the Air Protection Act is getting closer, and the wanton emissions from factories around the city are getting worse.
Although the Mr. Clark from the mysterious organization [Tree House] disappeared after the [Undead] incident, Jenkins always suspected that the [Mist Son] project had not completely ended.
He knew little about the plan, but it was certain that it had nothing to do with the Salvation Seat. But even if no one wants to use the choking fog to do something, no one can guarantee what will happen if the poor environment, the grievances of citizens and workers, and the accident-prone city of Nolan are combined.
In the morning, I heard something new from my father, and news came from Beldylan. They finally confirmed the identity of the corpse python [Grey-white Death Snake Luxos] that Jenkins repelled during the trip.
The church contacted the sect of the false god [Mother of the Spirit Snake] active in the south of the mainland—it was this great god who sealed the snake and learned about the origin of Luxos from the sect.
"Again... I mean, it is the descendant of Ouroboros-Self DiServo? Sorry, Dad, I just know the name, after all, the pattern of Ouroboros is very important in occultism .”
He almost slipped his mouth. The last time he left that strange world with the elf and Mr. Black Cat, it was the descendants of ouroboros, the two-headed snake Helfis who "generously" provided travel expenses.
"This is a very dangerous creature. You were really lucky to be able to fight it off head-on."
Dad was not stingy about praising Jenkins.
"Excuse me, what is the origin of ouroboros? I can't find this in any book."
He hoped that his father could explain the phrase [beast of calamity], but his father said that he didn't know either.
Jenkins didn't know if this was true, but he knew that since his father said so, he couldn't get any information from him.
"Maybe you can ask the professor or Miss Miller."
Now that we talked about Ouroboros, he inevitably thought of the golden ring in his hand. The ring looks like a little snake biting its own tail. Ouroboros also has the meaning of "greed", so it is often associated with wealth, which proves from the side that the function of the gold ring is to gather wealth.
"But what exactly is a beast of disaster?"
It was another bad day for business, and even until Jenkins finished work in the evening, the antique shop didn't make a single sale.
After saying goodbye to his father, Jenkins planned to go to the black market to purchase some materials. When he passed the Pig's Head Bar, he first picked up the scattered letters addressed to Miss Fabbri from the bartender.
But those letters were not all sent by investors eager to make a fortune. One of them came from Turin, the capital of the Kingdom of Cheslan. Mr. Black Cat, who was going to a foreign country, finally found a foothold.
He used a kind of stationery that is hard to find in Nolan City, with a faint smell of mud and dew, so the price must be very expensive. In fact, Jenkins has long known that Mr. Black Cat is a very wealthy gentleman. After all, he left Nolan City for safety and bought all the recent bus tickets, but he didn't know what his source of income was.
He calmed down the cat who was upset because he was dissatisfied with the bad smell of the tavern, ordered a drink, sat at the round wooden table in the corner, and unfolded the letter.
Mr. Black Cat sent a letter, in addition to telling Jenkins that he was doing well and leaving a mailing address, he also hoped that Jenkins could help him resolve some unprocessed matters before leaving Nolan in a hurry.
Of course, as a friend, Mr. Black Cat would not ask Jenkins to do something for no reason. He was very generous in the letter. Jenkins saw that the matter was not difficult, and planned to deal with it in the near future.
"However, the Kingdom of Cheslan... the city of Turin."
He pondered for a moment, still remembering that when Mr. Corpse promised to help a certain lady, he accepted a manor in the suburbs of Turin as a reward. At that time, he thought of investigating Mr. Corpse's background by investigating the manor, but he suffered from the fact that he had no friends in Turin.
"No, it's too dangerous."
But he still rejected the idea of entrusting Mr. Black Cat, the mysterious Mr. Corpse gave him a really bad feeling. There was absolutely no need for him to put a rare friend in jeopardy for the sake of his own curiosity.
As previously thought, the prices on the black market are still rising, and they have risen to a level that even Jenkins has some headaches.
He has a lot of savings now, and the realization of Viscount Augustus' estate has reached the final stage, but even so, it is very heartbreaking to spend three times the usual price to buy materials.
When he was in Loen City, he also talked about the local black market from Miss Miller and Miss Stuart. Although Ruen's prices were also affected by the rumors of the end of the era, they were not exaggerated to such an extent.
This time, he really had the idea of smuggling some materials between the two places, but his shame made this idea die again.
When he was about to leave the black market, he passed Mr. Hood wearing a black robe. As Jenkins walked forward, he wondered what would happen if he suddenly stopped him, but for the sake of Mr. Hood's heart, he just thought about it.