Jenkins copied tadpoles in the morning and practiced a somewhat difficult ritual, and spent the afternoon checking the books; Pop sat in front of the fireplace reading all day, leaving only for a while at lunch; Lie on the soft cushion of the counter without moving all day, even when eating at noon, Jenkins put the small plate in front of it.
Jenkins left the antique shop some time earlier because he was going to attend the street lamp ribbon-cutting ceremony in the evening, returned to the church, changed his clothes, and set off with other clergy who also participated in the event.
But before setting off, Miss Bevanna gave him the ring of Bishop Parode.
"This... is against the rules, isn't it?"
This iron alloy power ring has been in use since the founding of the Nolan Diocese. Since it is only one step away from becoming a real magical item, the surface is extremely smooth and rust-free. Generally speaking, Bishop Parode would not let others touch it.
"This is the decision of the diocese. If you represent the bishop to attend the event, it is necessary to bring some items that symbolize power."
The opening ceremony of the first street lamp in Nolan City was naturally held at the entrance of the city hall. The City Hall is located in the neighborhood near the Central Civic Square and the Clock Tower. If you look down from the top floor of the Clock Tower on a clear day, you will find the location of the City Hall, which happens to be at the largest bend of the Westminster River that winds through the city.
But the city hall is located on a high ground. Even in the most dangerous rainy season, when the river floods the urban area, this is the safest place.
It is already evening, and the fog today is still so thick, only a few wisps of setting sun can break through the clouds and shine on the ground.
Directly opposite the City Hall building is a three-storey stone and brick building, with shops on the ground floor and apartments on the upper floors and attics. More than a dozen cables were pulled from the eaves of the city hall, and connected to the bottom of the windows on the third floor of the opposite building. Beautiful colorful flags were hung on the cables, fluttering in the wind.
In front of the city hall is a stone-brick road. The snow from last month has not completely melted, so the road looks wet. Gentlemen in top hats and formal attire and ladies in beautiful dresses have gathered there. On the left and right sides of the street, there are plainclothes police gentlemen patrolling, and there are a large number of carriages parked at the intersection.
Citizens were also allowed to participate in the ceremony, but they could only watch from a distance outside the cordon. Even so, more and more people came to join in the fun.
As night fell, the noise became louder and louder, and those "important people" who came to participate in the event always pressed the final timeline before arriving late.
Miss Mihail stood together with other noble ladies, listening to the people around her excitedly discussing whether there were any handsome men in the crowd watching the ceremony. But on the surface, everyone showed a very ladylike appearance, which made it difficult for others to associate the content of the conversation with these things.
It's not that all women have such temperaments, it can only be said that the atmosphere of this era is like this, and makeup powder and silk scarves are also fluttering with the times. And most people know that those young men must also be discussing the opposite sex here.
Hathaway was not eligible to be invited to such an event, so Miss Mihail could only chat with other friends, somehow reminded of Jenkins who was not very good at talking.
There was a loud noise from the intersection on the left, and then the citizens who came to watch voluntarily gave way to a wide path. After a while, the carriage with the sacred emblem of the sage drove slowly out of the crowd.
The driver of the carriage was a good hand, and the church horses were docile, so the carriage passed through the crowd without causing a disturbance.
The gentlemen and ladies at the gate of the city hall were immediately attracted by the things here. The mayor hadn't come yet, so the deputy mayor, Mr. Pence, led everyone to walk there.
The motorcade slowly stopped on the left side of the city hall. After the door opened, priests and priests in robes stepped down first. The carriage in the center of the convoy is the largest. Generally speaking, the Palod Church of the Church of the Sages appears from here.
"Have you heard?"
Mademoiselle Michael heard the whispers of friends nearby:
"Mr. Jenkins Williams was also invited to participate in this event. Do you think he will follow Bishop Parode?"
"Jenkins will come."
Miss Michael said to herself that after leaving Carfax last night, Hathaway mentioned this matter on the way back.
Thinking of this, she subconsciously wanted to tiptoe through the crowd and look in the direction of the carriage, but the pair of sequined high-heeled shoes on her feet were obviously not suitable for such an action.
At least until this Saturday's dinner, she's determined to find time to thank Jenkins in person. When I was more than ten years old, I first encountered court novels from the maid, and I understood what the plot of "Knights Save the Beauty" is. What happened last night touched her heart a little, but it was definitely not a favor like love. The sooner she thanked Jenkins, the sooner she would have gotten rid of that weird feeling, or so she thought.
The old priest who led the Sage Church briefly shook hands with Mr. Pence, and then the two exchanged a few words in a low voice. People could clearly see the surprise on Mr. Pence's face.
He nodded at last, tidied his clothes, and followed the crowd to the biggest carriage.
The door of the carriage was opened, and a nervous young man walked down with an exaggerated ring.
Whispering conversations immediately spread among the crowd of onlookers.
"Britney, is that Mr. Williams? He's wearing something that looks like..."
The surprise also made it impossible for Miss Michael to tell which friend was asking the question, but she was sure that it was Jenkins who had just met this morning who was talking to Mr. Burns with a shy smile.
Being able to appear on such an occasion wearing a ring representing the status of a bishop has a profound meaning in itself. Regardless of the purpose of the Sage Church's move, after today, no one will see Jenkins Williams as a promising young man-he has reached a position to look up to.
The voices of chattering women rang in their ears. Compared to watching the ceremony boringly, the appearance of a young and powerful man was something they should be excited about.
"Britney, I think you should know Mr. Williamette's address!"
Someone said this, and the annoying whispers around Miss Michel became even more disturbing.
PS: The plot where the hero saves the beauty and then develops a good impression is too old-fashioned, I won't use it.