Jenkins briefly talked about B-03-2-8383, the secret hidden wine glass of fear. Unexpectedly, Miss Miller also knew the detailed information about this B-type extraordinary.
"When I was a low-level gifter, I also read many documents to find a new way to increase the spirit. Drinking the product of B-03-2-8383 is of course a relatively safe way, but unfortunately I did not find it Its traces. It turned out to be taken away by the descendants of the Tobie family, so that the incident from a long time ago can be understood... "
After finishing speaking, she chuckled at Jenkins again:
"It's very simple to collect fear. Take the cup to Loen, and then hand it over to Dolores to arrange. With her power, it's easy to put B-03-2-8383 in prisons, torture chambers, etc. I thought that would be a good way to do it.”
Jenkins suddenly realized that this is indeed a good method.
"Okay, Alexia, I'll send back B-03-2-8383 when I get back to Nolan. You can also drink the liquid in it, I don't mind, there is still a lot of storage capacity in it. "
She didn't comment on it, but raised her finger and twirled it gently in the air:
"Speaking of Nolan and Ruen, Julia reminded me of something alone yesterday, and she wants me to tell you about it."
"whats the matter?"
Jenkins asked, and the woman tilted her head and smiled, a gesture she always did with charm.
"Never tell Dolores Stuart that you have the means of inter-regional travel at a very low cost. That is to say, you must never let Dolores know that you can let her travel as long as she wants." Aware of Danoran."
This is something Jenkins never thought about. Although he has nominally become friends with a princess of the kingdom, it is difficult for him to imagine that this princess will actually appear in his life.
This is somewhat unreal.
"Nolan holiday?"
Suddenly thinking of this phrase, I couldn't help laughing. It must be very interesting if the two of them can really meet in Norland one day, and Miss Stuart pushes open the door of Papa's antique shop with Julia with a curious expression.
But Jenkins can't let that happen just yet, and it's not in anyone's interest, either way.
"May God bless her!"
He said in his heart.
Before leaving, Jenkins asked Miss Miller about the Calamity Beast. She did know, but didn't tell Jenkins.
Slide your fingers in the air, and the light from your fingertips leaves beautiful light and shadows in the air.
"Sorry, Jenkins, but you can't know these things now. It's not a secret. In Audrey's words, I have seen some 'revelation from fate.'"
These people are always like that.
Early the next morning, Pop shoved the newspaper into Jenkins' hands and pointed to a story on the left side of the second page. It's very inconspicuous, not even as big as the advertisement at the bottom of the page.
After a cursory look, it probably said that there was a shooting case in the city yesterday evening, and a nobleman was injured in this incident.
"I didn't expect it to appear in the newspaper."
Jenkins scratched his face, the little welt now scabbed and itchy in the warmth of the room. The old man thinks that this kind of healing speed is very amazing, even judging by the level of the bestower, it is unusual.
"do not touch."
Chocolate pawed at Jenkins' writing right hand, Jenkins pushed it aside, and the cat came closer.
"I see."
He pushed the bead to his cat, and Chocolate nudged him in return.
"There seems to be no mention of Mademoiselle Michael in the papers."
Jenkins pointed this out.
"Your name was not mentioned either. The church pressured the newspaper to briefly report on this matter. It is not suitable for you to frequently appear in the public eye."
As the end of the year approaches, Dad’s Antique Store also needs to summarize the accounts for the year. Since this week, Dad has been taking out the account books from the warehouse for Jenkins to check. In previous years, Dad would do this alone, or hire a paid accountant to do it. But now that there is Jenkins, there is no need to do that kind of time-consuming and labor-intensive thing.
The first person to open the door of an antique shop today is neither a student who came to collect donations nor a salesman to sell products. At about ten o'clock, when Jenkins was worrying about the stain on a ledger, a carriage with exaggerated appearance stopped outside the door of the antique shop.
"The crest of the Mihail family."
Dad reminded, beckoning Jenkins to get up to meet him.
Stepping out of the carriage came a lady in an ermine shawl and Mademoiselle Michael. The lady behaved dignifiedly and elegantly, with long golden hair tied behind her head. Her face shape was very similar to that of Miss Michel, except that she was a bit fatter, but she was also within the category of "beauty" in normal aesthetic cognition.
The two of them definitely didn't come here to buy antiques, and Jenkins didn't shout "Welcome" inappropriately.
As he guessed, the lady was Miss Michael's mother, and the purpose of the two of them was to thank Jenkins for what happened yesterday evening.
It was a somewhat boring and formulaic visit, in other words, everything went according to procedure.
Mrs. Mihail perfectly fits the image of the "lady" in Jenkins' imagination, but in the short conversation, Jenkins did not grasp her character, and could only vaguely feel that she attached great importance to this visit, even more than Michelle. Miss Hale is even stronger. The latter put on the air of a noble lady, completely opposite to the relaxed appearance when they met in private.
"It seems that the Marquis family's tutoring is also very strict, so it must be very tiring..."
In addition to thanking in person, Mrs. Mihail also warmly invited Jenkins to attend the dinner at Mihail's house on Saturday night.
"Dinner again? Ahem, sorry, I mean, Saturday night?"
Pop pokes Jenkins in the back.
"Okay, I guess I have some time, no problem."
When Mihail and her daughter left, Jenkins was still thinking about the purpose of the banquet. Marquis Mihail holds the Nolan Navy in his hands. No matter what happens in the future, he should not have any worries. Therefore, he should never meet Jenkins, who has an obvious church background, during such a sensitive period.
After asking my father about this matter, my father's suggestion is not to promise anything lightly, just treat it as an ordinary dinner party.
It was a quiet and peaceful day. In fact, after Miss Michel and her party left, no one entered Papa's Antique Shop on this day.
PS: I updated the special items in the information chapter, you can check it out if you are interested.