It was already seven o'clock in the evening when I saw Hathaway and Dad at the Carfax Field.
The use of firearms in the city is a very serious problem, especially the location where the gunshots sounded was extremely close to the crowded road, and a nobleman was injured in this incident.
"Tut tsk tsk~"
Pop looked at the scratches on Jenkins' face and sighed by smacking his lips.
That man's marksmanship was definitely worse than that of Jenkins, and the bullets he fired directly hit the brick wall at the entrance of the alley. Miss Mihail was protected, but of course she was not injured, and Jenkins' left cheek was scratched by the splashed bricks and stones.
The boy's dagger came out of the angry writer's hand and hit the middle-aged man's throat with precision, which surprised Jenkins himself.
So when the police gentlemen who were patrolling nearby arrived, what they saw was the baron who was comforting the noble lady, as well as a dead body and a seriously injured boy.
With the help of Marquis Mihail and the church, Jenkins and Miss Mihail were allowed to leave the police station after telling what happened at that time.
The night had completely fallen, and Dad and Hathaway greeted them in front of the iron gate of Carfax Field, and a police officer with a star on his shoulder personally sent them here. At the intersection of the street further away, there were Mihail's carriage and the old butler. He did not come over unwisely, but waited with an impeccable smile.
"Are you all right?"
Hathaway hugged Miss Michael without any scruples. Jenkins looks at Dad, who shrugs, presumably asking if he should hug Jenkins too.
"I heard from you as soon as I got home. I was really scared."
Sobbing, Hathaway let go of Miss Michael, then turned to Jenkins, reaching out to touch his side. There is now a piece of white gauze attached with medical tape, and the police doctor from Carfax Field helped to dispose of it. It wasn't necessary at all, it was just a small scrape, and even if Jenkins didn't treat it, it wouldn't last long on his face.
"Wei, Jenkins, your face... won't leave permanent scars, will it?"
Hathaway didn't ask this question, she knew Jenkins' healing ability. It was Miss Michel who asked the question, and she walked to a man and a woman, while the old man stepped back to the side of the carriage in a very sensible way.
"Probably not, it's just a scratch."
Jenkins shook his head, "And haven't you heard the saying that scars are a man's best military medal, and that's not a problem at all."
Hathaway seemed to be amused by Jenkins, but she had to maintain her image in front of Miss Michel, so she shook her head slightly, retreated to Miss Michael and stopped talking.
Seeing Jenkins look up at her, he winked at him.
The terrified Miss Michael quickly went back in the carriage with Hathaway, while Jenkins and his father stood by the side of the street and watched their carriage go away before boarding the carriage of the nearby church.
"well done."
This is the first sentence after the old man got into the car.
"Um?"
Jenkins didn't understand what this sentence was commenting on, but he quickly thought of maintaining the peace and tranquility of Nolan City again today, so he smiled and nodded to his father.
It was clear to Pop that Jenkins definitely didn't quite understand what he meant.
Although Jenkins was injured this evening, for him, it was just a small thing that happened in life. The church will deal with the follow-up of this incident, and the boy who was seriously injured by him will probably not survive.
In fact, even if there is no church, the kingdom will not easily forgive commoners who dare to hurt nobles. From this point of view, Jenkins is now considered a privileged class.
The biggest impact of this incident is that the abrasions on the face should heal naturally. After all, many people know that Jenkins' face was injured. Although it can be claimed as a "miracle" to heal the next day, it is not necessary to do this for such a trivial matter.
After dinner, Jenkins was taken to tell stories to the children living in the church. The great writer's reputation is in full swing, and children are willing to listen to him make up some fairy tales about love and justice.
It was suggested that Jenkins compile the many stories told and publish them as a supplement to Stranger's Tales. Jenkins did not refuse, but he just entrusted the occasional spectator priest to help with this matter, and announced that he would donate all the gold pounds earned from publishing these fairy tales to the church.
The benefit of doing so is far greater than the loss of gold pounds.
He returned to his bedroom around eight o'clock, and while he was washing in the bathroom, Bishop Parode knocked on his door.
The door was unlocked, and Jenkins muttered to let the Bishop in while brushing his teeth. The old man pushed open the door and saw Jenkins' cat lying obediently on the mattress, the gas lamp by the bed was turned on, and an open book was placed under the lamp.
"Sorry, Bishop, I was just washing up. What's the matter?"
The first thing Bishop Parode came to visit was to visit Jenkins, and he also heard about what happened this evening. The second thing is that the bishop is going to attend the opening ceremony of a new church in a small town in the countryside tomorrow, so he wants to entrust Jenkins to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of street lamps tomorrow evening for him. The Church of the Sages paid the most gold pounds on this matter, and it is impossible for Mr. Mayor not to invite them.
"But is that appropriate? I'm not even a priest."
"We discussed that it is very suitable for you to attend, and, I have heard the news, the idea of the street lamp was proposed by you."
The Bishop patted Jenkins on the shoulder.
Things will definitely not be that simple. The purpose of the Diocese of Nolan and the Holy See should be to further enhance Jenkins' church background. They are happy to make people think that Jenkins has a bright future in the secular world of the church. This can not only effectively conceal his identity as the bestower, but also allow the Holy Son to enjoy more church power reasonably.
Bishop Parode explained the matter and left. Before heading to Loen, Jenkins took out the hidden B-03-2-8383, the secret cup of fear.
He double-checked that the curtains were drawn tightly, then raised his head and raised his wine glass, letting a tiny amount of cum slip down his throat.
These black liquids have a jasmine aroma, and they seem to have been chilled by ice cubes. When they flow into the stomach, they can make people shiver violently, but they are also extraordinarily refreshing. The taste is quite good, and the effect is also quite good. Although Jenkins did not dare to drink up all the liquid collected by the descendant of the Tobie family at one time, he could obviously feel the increase in spirit after drinking a few drops intermittently.