Now that we have talked about abilities, Miss Bevanna is also willing to say more. She gestured to Jenkins not to stop making contact, and continued:
"A relatively small number of fully enhanced abilities are human beings in ancient times. Through understanding and learning the habits and fighting skills of ordinary animals, they gradually comprehended the true meaning from these ordinary creatures. But in modern times, it is the ability to learn various spells. Mainstream, apart from the bestowers of the Church of [All Things and Nature], it is rare to hear that anyone can do this.”
Inexplicably thought of the "Druid" profession.
"So, [Cat's Elegance] is considered a very rare ability?"
Jenkins put aside his strange thoughts and continued to ask.
He is maintaining a strange posture now, but he thinks that this posture is very close to the "five-headed" in his impression, which should be just a coincidence. On the night of the blood moon, he wanted to understand that reality and illusion are not important. The reality of the world is all behind him, so he seldom thinks about such boring questions as "whether the past and the present exist".
"At least in this era, abilities similar to [The Elegance of Cats] are indeed very, very rare."
Miss Bevanna nodded, pressed Jenkins' neck with her cold palm, and then gently pushed back, causing the body to fold back in a way that violated the structure of the human body. Her hands were very soft, and Jenkins seldom, no, never had such intimate contact with the opposite sex other than his mother, so his face turned slightly red.
"But [The Elegance of Cats] is not uncommon in the past records. After all, the relationship between cats and humans has always been very good. If you intend to expand the potential of this ability, you can read the records in this area. There are some in the Diocese of Nolan. If you ask, I think the Holy See will not be stingy about sending those yellowed scrolls that are treasured in the library directly to us."
As she spoke, Miss Bevanna tapped the protruding bone at the back of Jenkins' neck with her finger, and he almost jumped off the ground.
It's still foggy Tuesday morning, and there hasn't been any news about air protection incidents in the newspapers lately, as if no new regulations are going to be enforced next month. Jenkins felt a little worried, and he thought this was some kind of manifestation of the conflicts within the kingdom.
The business of the antique shop is still so sluggish, and the first to step into the shop on this day is a group of young students who are raising money for the poor.
It was around nine o'clock in the morning. Jenkins, who had finished copying the tadpole text, sat behind the counter and helped his father check the books. The father sat on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace and read today's newspaper. Chocolate was holding the metal block in trouble, It seems to be bothering.
It's quiet in the store, everyone has their own business to do. Jenkins bit the end of his pencil in distress. Although his mental arithmetic ability was very strong, it was still a bit difficult to cope with such a huge amount of calculation.
It is impossible to have any auxiliary calculation tools in this era, and even if the abacus is projected, Jenkins is not very good at using it.
"I remember the invention of the difference engine, which seems to be the background of the steam revolution..."
ding dong~
The door of the store was pushed open, and the two people and the cat raised their heads at the same time. No one expected that there would be customers at this time.
"Welcome to Papa's Antique Store, may I help you?"
Jenkins said subconsciously, but immediately realized that the young people who walked in might not be the customers who wanted to buy goods.
The red-brown-haired boy and the black-haired and blond-haired girls who walked in were all wearing uniforms, and there was a short black-gray vest outside the yellow coat. One of the boys was holding a small cardboard box. The box was painted red, and the word "donation" was blackened on the front with a pen.
"Good morning, gentlemen!"
The girl with the most outstanding appearance said to Jenkins and Dad, with a very bright smile on her face:
"Sorry to bother you, we are students of Bella College."
Bella Public School is a real aristocratic school, and young people who can study there are almost certain to inherit titles or become public officials of the kingdom in the future. The school is located near the Balal Racecourse in the eastern suburbs of the city, and there was no intersection with Jenkins' life trajectory before that.
"We are now collecting donations for the poor in Nolan City. The money raised will be distributed to those in need under the supervision of the city hall officials."
After finishing speaking, she took a step back before Jenkins and the old man could say anything, and another young girl stepped forward, opened her arms, and showed the huge white paper with black and white photos and news stickers stuck in her hand. To the two men in the store.
"Look, gentlemen, here is a photo we took in the south of the city. This is a poor..."
She eloquently introduced to the two how the life of the lower class population in Nolan City is in dire straits, and then used the news in the newspaper to criticize the inaction of the Nolan City Hall, and then appealed to capable citizens again—such as Shopkeepers, donate some money for these poor people.
Pop, who had been running an antique store on the street for a long time, had told Jenkins that such a fundraiser was going on every winter. Young students or other charitable organizations will start from the street corner, enter every shop, and ask the shop owner for donations.
This happens on the main shopping street in Norland.
The money obtained from these donations will indeed flow into the hands of those who need them after a certain degree of exploitation, but the "exploitation ratio" of each donation group is different. Relatively speaking, it is more trustworthy to donate money to these Bella College students who are not short of money.
Jenkins looked at Dad, motioning for him to say something. Mr. Writer does not intend to put the banknotes in his wallet into the donation box in front of him in his own name. He usually has the habit of throwing money into the donation box in the church. Donating through church channels is his way of doing charity.
"Bella Public School? It's a bit late this year. I remember you came in the first week of [The End and Snow Falling Moon] last year."
He said, stood up from the fireplace, closed the newspaper and put it on the seat:
"Of course, last year was no better than twelve years ago. The first snow of that winter came very early, so you started activities in the middle of [Traveler and Frost's Moon]."
How could the three young people expect that the shop owner in front of him would mention the seniors who were more than ten years ago, and they didn't know what to say for a while.
"Okay, okay, don't stand there, it's not easy to come so early. Jenkins, Papa Antiques donated... 1 pound."
"Sir, you are truly generous!"
The boy holding the box reacted immediately, and praised Jenkins loudly while walking towards the counter.
As an ordinary shop owner, this is indeed a considerable amount of donations. According to the winter prices in Nolan City, this is money that a poor family would not be able to earn throughout the winter.
After receiving the donation, the young people gave Jenkins and Dad two candies as a thank you. This is just a formality. After all, donations should not be expected to be rewarded.
Watching them leave the antique shop and prepare to turn left into Aunt Lisa's store, Jenkins squeezed the candy in his hand and found that it was actually wrapped in colorful candy wrappers.
"Shouldn't it be cheap?"
Thinking in his heart, he peeled off the candy wrapper, and the cat beside him immediately came over.
"Remind me to prepare some extra change. Now that the students of Bella College have come, other fundraisers should also come. It's this season again."
Dad sat back in the rocking chair, and he placed the candy beside the copper kettle on the fireplace. Chocolate came up to Jenkins and pawed at his right hand that held the candy.
"Can cats eat hard candy?"
He wondered if he should give the candy to the greedy cat.
"Who knows?"
The old man answered vaguely, probably because he didn't understand what Jenkins asked.
Chocolat stretched out its paws to scratch the back of Jenkins's hand again, then raised his head to look at him, those beautiful cat eyes seemed to be shining from this angle.
"Well, one day you will pay the price for your gluttony... I will treat your stomach if you eat it badly."
While talking, he shrugged his shoulders, spread his palms and handed the candy to the cat.
Pop was right about the fundraising, and after lunch another group of fundraisers came to the antique shop. This time it was an acquaintance, Miss Mihail, who and her friends were collecting donations for the stray animals in the city, and Jenkins had heard about it.
After all, we are friends. Although Dad was very stingy about collecting donations for stray cats and dogs, Jenkins generously took a one-pound note from his coat pocket hanging on the wall and put it in the girls' boxes. .
Coincidentally, the girls who came to the fundraiser knew Jenkins' face, and they were very excited about it.
Not long after the girls had left, Mademoiselle Michel came back again and opened the shop door with hurried steps.
"Sorry dad, may I bother you, I have some things that I need to talk to Mr. Williams alone."
She seemed to be suppressing her anger, which Jenkins didn't see when her companions were there just now.
"no problem."
The old man pointed upstairs without asking why, "Go there."
Jenkins nodded hesitantly, and Earl Hessa's proposal jumped into his head that night:
"Hathaway probably wouldn't tell Miss Mihail about this, would she? No, she wouldn't do such an embarrassing thing for everyone."
The cat ran upstairs faster than Jenkins and Miss Mihail, and when they were sitting on the sofa, they were already lying on the window sill, ready to watch a show.
"What's the matter?"
Jenkins believes that he has fallen into an extremely bad situation. He has been avoiding getting into any troubles and disputes. Whether it is supernatural things or daily life, it should not be an obstacle to hinder his pursuit of becoming a god.
But as Bishop Parode said, since he is still a mortal, he has to be related to other people, which triggers a series of things.
"Mr. Williams, I heard that you invited Hathaway to compose an opera with you?"
"Isn't it about the dinner party?"
Jenkins was taken aback, but relieved in his heart.
"Yes, Mr. Nellie, the owner of the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, has invited me to write a new opera for the Opera Company. I met him on the steam train from Belduran back to Norland City. It is a very interesting man. merchant… "
"No, I don't care about that at all."
Interrupting others so rudely is not something a lady should do.
"I just want to know, where did you and Hathaway go on Sunday night? Yes, she went to the Wang Li Opera House with you. I waited for her all night, but I didn't even wait for her to come back."
The woman was already a little hysterical, and her long golden hair made her look like a lioness now. It could be felt that she was suppressing her anger, but the way she spoke one tone at a time clearly showed that the anger had not been completely suppressed.
"Well... I separated from her around eight o'clock in the evening, and the church's carriage took her to the earl's mansion, and then I returned to the church. You should know that priests (previously not forbidden words) can't lie, At least a few hundred people saw me that night. I swear to the sages that the above is true."
Miss Michel, who was originally like a lioness, took a deep breath, and then froze for a while:
"You're not with Hathaway..."
"Absolutely not."
Jenkins nodded, knowing something like this would happen to him one day. There was an inexplicable sense of irritability in his heart, and he desperately wanted to get away from this matter.
"So what happened to Miss Hesha? Didn't you question her face to face on Monday?"
"I thought you guys... that's why I was very angry, and I didn't go to see you... When I saw you just now, I got angry right away..."
She sat as if she was going to shrink into the sofa, her face was surprisingly red.
"That is to say, after Miss Hesha and I separated on Sunday night, she didn't go to the appointment, and you didn't make sure whether she was safe."
Jenkins confirmed again.
"Yes."
Mademoiselle Michael nodded.
"Oh, sage, I have an ominous premonition."
Jenkins covered his forehead.
He successfully got a half-day vacation with his father, and Miss Mihail also temporarily left the group of friends. The two boarded the carriage together in front of the steam valve at the intersection of the street, and went to Hathaway's residence in the city together. .
Jenkins knew only one, but Miss Michael knew three in total, and those properties seemed to be Hathaway's own property.
The maids in the house all knew Mademoiselle Michael, but they all said that the mistress of the house had not been back for a week. So far, Jenkins was still the last one to see Hathaway.
The final destination of the two was the earl's mansion, but when they reached the gate, they encountered problems in the carriage.
PS: I originally wanted to try to evolve into a salted fish three watch beast, but the evolution failed... 4K big chapter is here, please give me a reward of various tickets and blades.