At breakfast on Sunday morning, Fenny Feisford found Jenkins at the dinner table and gave him a pen in a gift box.
She apparently bought it with money she had saved up as a token of gratitude to Jenkins. Jenkins had no reason not to accept it, and at the same time he remembered another thing.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to the two of them, he moved to the left on the chair, and then asked in a low voice:
"I remember, last time you mentioned Miss Fabri in Eldron City."
"Yes, sir."
The girl answered crisply, not understanding why Jenkins brought up this topic:
"Sir, do you need the serial number for that account?"
"No no no."
Jenkins shook his head quickly, no one knew the inside story of this matter better than him.
"I want to say that after you mentioned this incident, I also investigated it a little bit, but... how should I put it, there is something wrong with this incident."
He couldn't make it too clear, although he didn't want to hurt anyone, but even he couldn't guarantee that everything would go well.
"But Miss Fabbri really remitted the profits back."
The girl said that although she was questioning Jenkins' statement, she was already shaken from the expression on her face.
"How should I put it... Yes, but this is just my personal guess. The safest way is to get back the principal I invested in it. I don't think Miss Bree will disagree. I don't want to slander anyone, but This matter is really weird everywhere, and I will continue to investigate."
"Okay, sir, I see."
She really trusted Jenkins, even though Jenkins couldn't prove anything.
"So, do you need to remind my aunt's house?"
She was referring to the Stresses, the people who had sold the vase to Pop.
"It's up to you to decide, but we can't produce any evidence to prove that something is wrong. I think it's hard for others to believe."
The girl nodded ignorantly, wondering if she understood what Jenkins said.
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Walking into the warm antique shop from the foggy street, Dad sat in front of the fireplace and read the newspaper without even raising his head. He knew who was coming from the sound of footsteps and meowing of cats.
After Jenkins had hung up his coat and hat and placed the chocolates on the cushions on the counter, Dad said:
"Do you remember the small shield from the day before yesterday? The church has successfully recovered it, but no past information has been found so far, and it is likely to be another unnumbered item."
"is that so?"
He thought for a while: "Then other churches, have they recovered new special items recently? I remember that the Ouija board lost in the last psychic event is also a Type B transcendence that has no record."
In fact, the real purpose is to ask about the mirror from the night before.
"This should be just a coincidence. Last week, the cemetery of the Church of Death and the Last Day captured a group of ghouls and found B-12-4-0166, which was also bought from a thrift store. It is highly toxic. A shovel. This shows that items sold in thrift stores should not be consistent in origin."
While speaking, he turned the newspaper in his hand to the next page, and a huge photo of the Queen appeared in front of the two of them. This news was written about Her Majesty's meeting with the visiting delegation from the Cheslan Kingdom.
"Only this one?"
he asked again.
"The night before yesterday and the Hidden Church found traces of New God believers again. The chaotic divination environment could only have been caused by the New God believers. They found B-12-2-3456 at the scene, hiding the corpse in the shadow screen Mirror, this item has a clear source, and it should have nothing to do with the thrift store. According to the information provided by ordinary people who called the police, there should be a special item there, but if the church did not find it, it means that it was taken away by New God believers. Said It seems that believers of the New God have done another good deed. The night watchmen searched the residence of the deceased and found that he was actually a descendant of an ancient family, and this family... "
The things he mentioned later are similar to those mentioned by the young circus magician, but there are some more descriptions about the alien-abyssal beings. It's just that from the beginning to the end, the old man never talked about the fact that there is still a person locked in the mirror.
It is impossible for the Church of the Night and the Hidden to hide this kind of thing, because it is completely unnecessary, and those ordinary people who escaped saw the scene where the mirror captured the magician.
"Did the magician find a way to leave the mirror after I left?"
He can only guess at this moment.
Even though the father said that he would not give Jenkins any vacation this month, when he heard that Jenkins wanted to visit the "Silver Jasmine Opera Company" with Hathaway, he still readily agreed to Jenkins' half-day vacation.
After boarding Hathaway's carriage, the first words Jenkins heard were:
"Have you heard? Unicorns actually appeared in Nolan City, on the day of the blood moon!"
Although the two met after that night, Hathaway hadn't heard of the incident at the time.
"Unicorn~"
It's a very exaggerated sound.
"Is it the legendary magical animal that only pure girls can ride?"
Jenkins thought that his performance this time was unqualified, because he didn't know how ordinary benefactors of this era should behave when they heard about this creature.
"Yes, a unicorn!"
Hathaway repeated again with great excitement, her expression at the moment was very similar to that of Miss Stuart that day.
"The legendary unicorn has appeared again! It is said that its owner is a believer in the new god - the twin devil!"
"Oh, I see."
After subconsciously answering this sentence, Jenkins realized that his image in Hathaway's eyes should be that he knew all the New God believers.
"I mean, the twin demon seems to be a male, at least as far as I remember. Does he own a unicorn? I haven't heard the man in black mention it."
While talking, he touched his nose, and Chocolate looked up at him, and then lowered his head again to doze off.
"There are a lot of rumors now! I even heard that someone saw that night that the person riding the unicorn was an obnoxious-looking middle-aged man with an obese body, but how is this possible?"
Presumably most female granters are fascinated by unicorn creatures, just as men are after money and wealth.
But they are destined to not be able to guess who the real owner of the unicorn is, and Hathaway will never know. Among the two people and the cat in the carriage at this time, she is the only one who has not ridden that beautiful little beast.