Jenkins' sleep quality has been poor recently, and what happened at night is a headache.
When I was awakened at 1:30 in the morning, my first reaction was that I had been attacked, but I soon remembered that the church where I live now cannot have enemies.
Chocolate breathed evenly, shrinking into a black and white fur ball beside the pillow, Jenkins carefully sat up from the bed, and then felt that his spirit was slowly draining.
He subconsciously looked to the north, and only then remembered that on the last 31 days, Miss Miller had signed a contract with him to borrow strength.
"Did something happen to Ruen?"
Thinking suspiciously, he tiptoed to find the painting and the magnet, then lay down again and projected himself to the northern capital.
Chocolat opened one eye, looked at the comatose man, meowed, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Jenkins was glad he changed into his outerwear and put on his thickest trench coat before leaving Nolan. When she saw Miss Miller, she and Miss Stuart were standing in the snow, watching a group of people dispose of the corpse.
It was very windy and snowy, but the women didn't care about it.
"What's going on here?"
He asked tremblingly, the flame seeped out from the pores, wrapped the body, so that it could be warmer.
Dolores on the side felt that this scene looked familiar.
"Our friend was attacked, and I happened to know about it with my divination ability, so I rushed over..."
This was obviously a long-premeditated attack plan. Miss Stuart learned about this transaction through her own channels, but it took nearly half a year.
Miss Miller did not use her full strength when using [Twin Demon], so Mrs. Wisdell is not dead yet. Although the interrogation did not start, it can be known from Julia's introduction that this may be another conspiracy related to the struggle for the throne.
Miss Stuart was a little disappointed, but thanked Jenkins and Miss Miller and arranged for a carriage to take them back.
Jenkins stood in front of the fireplace and folded his arms until he got back indoors and made sure that no one was eavesdropping around him and asked:
"Is what happened today really so dangerous? Before I saw you, I was really terrified."
"Sorry, Jenkins."
Miss Miller naturally walked to Jenkins and stood side by side with him watching the fire in the fireplace.
"Actually [Theory of Mathematics] was not suppressed at that time, but the vision in the sky on October 31 can also be seen in Loen City, so I have to be more cautious."
"I can understand..."
He's a little worried about what's going on here:
"But what happened to Miss Stuart will definitely not end so easily. I think you should be able to imagine that for the crown, everyone will do whatever it takes."
"But instead of worrying about our friends, let's worry about your affairs. Jenkins, haven't you noticed that the things around you are more dangerous than what happened to Dolores."
She looked into Jenkins' eyes, "I'm worried about you."
Jenkins felt that his ears were a little red, and he took the initiative to look away:
"I recently lived in the church of the sage. I think it's safe. The church of the son of the evil god has already made some plans, so don't worry about me, Miller... Alexia."
It was the first time he had referred to Miss Miller by her first name rather than her last name, and Jenkins felt it was the right thing to do on the occasion.
The corners of Miss Miller's mouth curled up slightly to reveal a chuckle, but she covered it up well so that the dull man didn't notice:
"If necessary, I can reach Nolan at any time. Although I am not a demigod, my meager power can still help you."
Jenkins didn't say thank you in words, the two men's great friendship didn't require any of that. He looked at the crackling flames in the fireplace, the flames dancing in his eyes.
Miss Miller, standing to the side of Jenkins, tried to put her hand on his shoulder, but the arm went up and down.
She tilted her head to look at the figure of the man, with a gentle expression on her face.
The long shadows of the two met on the other side of the room, trembling slightly with the flames.
Entering the third week of the last month of 1865 in the general calendar, the cloudy days that lasted for many days continued.
Early Monday morning, there was a small commotion outside the church. It wasn't someone who was boldly making trouble at the gate of the Orthodox Church, but an old lady who came to pray, but unfortunately fell down on the steps in front of the church because of a heart disease.
The guards at the door of the church hurriedly carried her into the room and called Jenkins who was brushing his teeth. It was already late at that time, and the doctor in the church could barely hear the believer's heartbeat, but she was forcibly revived by Jenkins.
Half an hour later, this incident was passed down as a "miracle" by the believers. After all, she looked as if she had died in front of the door. The Church of the Sages did not refute the rumors, but allowed the rumors to spread.
Of course, a "miracle" is fundamentally a miracle.
When he came to the antique shop, Jenkins found, among the huge number of letters from readers, an invitation to the town hall transferred from St. George's Street.
The mayor of the city, Mr. Sachs Ruto, plans to light the first gas street lamp on Wednesday evening, so celebrities are widely invited to participate.
The number of people invited should be quite a lot, because Jenkins read the taste of the standard from the invitation letter.
"Daddy, should I go?"
He couldn't make up his mind, so he asked his more experienced father for advice.
"Do you have anything else to do Wednesday night?"
asked Pop, who was leafing through a book on the counter. The book was extremely thick, almost twice the thickness of the old ledgers in the antique shop.
"I'm going to give a lecture at church on Wednesday night, and this week I'm going to talk about superficial and simple multiplication... These two things don't conflict, and the street lamp lighting event starts at 6 pm."
"Then go, you can leave the antique shop earlier."
Dad is very supportive of Jenkins' participation in normal social activities.
"Okay, I hope the event can end as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the church dinner."
He muttered softly, put the invitation letter on the counter, and then turned around to tidy up the antiques on the shelf.
A certain cat near the invitation stood up lazily, and scratched the envelope with its paws. Feeling a little bored, it lay back on the mat again.
In front of Dad, Jenkins could not give the cat the metal block to play with, so its only toy now is the Life Orb. The old man who was reading a book raised his eyes and saw Chocolate looking at his two paws pushing the ball back and forth with lazy eyes, he couldn't help laughing.
PS: The author has something to say that the function has been successfully revived! Recently, the sensitive word system of the hedgehog cat has been convulsed. If one day this book is not updated on time, it should be locked in a small black room for accidentally touching the sensitive word system chapter. Please wait patiently.