"Thank you for your tolerance, sir."
Gradually getting used to being watched by so many people, the voice of the man asking the question became louder from being barely audible:
"My friend told me that in the distant city of Eldron there lived a very generous Miss Fabry. She was the daughter of the owner of the Fabry Mining Company, and because she sympathized with poor people like us, she would agree to any holding Traveler bank account people, participate in mining business by remittance! My friend has earned 13 shillings through that account, but I always have some concerns, is this thing really reliable? Honorable Fabbri The profit offered by Miss is…”
He rambled about "Miss Fabry's mining business", but in fact, except for the correct bank account and profit details, the rest of the things almost made Jenkins think that someone else was doing the same thing as him.
What's even more frightening is that one-third of the people who came to the night class tonight have heard of similar things.
He is still running the dozen or so accounts in batches, but due to the large amount of liquidity and the lag of remittances between accounts, even he himself does not know exactly how many people have remitted money into the account.
Recalling the approximate total assets now, Jenkins suddenly had the illusion that this incident had kidnapped him.
"Miss Fabri's mining business, yes, I have heard some news."
Fini, who was sitting at the side in the first row, smiled.
"On the surface, this matter has indeed generated profits. But if we consider the risks, returns and investment traps, we can't just rely on liquid gold pounds to judge whether this matter can always generate pure profits..."
Neither Jenkin nor Jenkins understand very professional economic theory. He himself is quite aware that the so-called mining business is a low-level deception, and it will not benefit him at all if this matter continues to develop. Therefore, the intention of answering this question is to tell people that the problem is very serious. Big, don't get involved.
After Jenkins went around a lot and finally came to the conclusion that "it can be profitable, but the risk is quite high", the man who asked the question just asked directly:
"Then sir, what do you mean to say that investing your own money can really yield benefits!"
Jenkins was stifled by this sentence, and deeply felt that not many people understood the cryptic meaning just now.
"Yes, but the stakes are considerable, very large!"
He emphasized this point loudly again, but judging from the excited expressions on people's faces, not many people would reject the benefits that were close at hand.
Chocolate miraculously woke up in the second half of the class. It usually slept on the first row of desks until Jenkins announced that the get out of class was over.
A cat who wakes up early has nothing to do, and knows full well that messing around now will cause someone to throw a fit. So she caught a glimpse of Fini Feisifu who was struggling to copy notes nearby—she was also learning to read, so she paced to her side.
Glancing at the appalling little notebook, the cat couldn't help shaking its head. Not only is the handwriting ugly, it catches obvious mistakes at a glance. Although Jenkins has always thought that he is an illiterate cat who hates mathematics, after following this great writer for so long, Chocolate's mathematical ability is actually very strong, but he doesn't like such boring things.
"Meow~"
While yelling softly, he fiddled with his paws on the table, and the letters on the notebook changed magically.
A smug look appeared on the cat's face.
Because of the sudden heavy snowfall, Jenkins had to let the students who came to listen to the night class leave early. Even if street lights are installed on the main road, the night roads inside the city are still not very easy to walk.
Because of this, Jenkins needed to find something to do to pass the time before Miss Bevanna's fighting class started.
He quickly found it, because when he walked through the church courtyard through the snow with the notebook with the lesson plans in his pocket, he found Miss Audrey standing in the corridor and looking at the sky. This is not a common thing, and this follower of fate rarely comes to the Church of the Sage.
She was wearing a shawl with a white velvet collar, quite conspicuous in the dark night.
"Miss Audrey, good evening~"
He took the initiative to say hello, and the cat on his shoulder saw that Jenkins wanted to stop talking, so he jumped down his shoulder quickly, and ran to nowhere.
"Good evening, Jenkins."
The woman looked at Jenkins' outfit and guessed what he was doing just now.
"I happened to meet you, so I don't need to send someone to send a letter. Do you have time the night after tomorrow?"
Jenkins thought about it, Mr. Hood's party on Thursday, dinner on Saturday, Mr. Corpse's party on Sunday, this week's night, it really happened that he only had time the day after tomorrow.
"Is this the ability of a fortuneteller? To accurately find the only suitable time?"
He guessed, nodded:
"Of course, I always have time."
"Well, our divination course will start on the night of this Friday. I borrowed a very interesting Class B Transcendent item from [Dark Night and the Hidden Church]. I hope our inspiration divination will improve this week."
Miss Audrey was invited to the church to divination for the church. The temporary silence of vampires and evil gods does not mean that they have completely disappeared. Although Jenkins is very leisurely, it is still a dangerous period.
Due to the confidentiality agreement, Miss Audrey could not tell Jenkins what happened. But she hinted that the Orthodox Church has discovered the secret of the vampires' repeated successful escapes.
After bidding farewell to Miss Audrey, Jenkins found chocolate in his room. He rested in the room for a while, and when he saw that it was almost time, he got up and went to Miss Bevanna's office.
After knocking on the door and getting permission, she turned the handle. Miss Bevanna was not working, but was sitting on the sofa playing with a closed fan. It was apparently a fan used by women. The material of the fan was silk and brocade, and the long feathers used for decoration, Jenkins could not tell what kind of bird it came from.
"This is a new special item seized by the church today. It is related to that thrift store and will be handed over to the Special Items Office in a while."
Miss Bevanna introduced, and then smiled at Jenkins:
"It's pretty interesting to guess what it does."
"Shall I guess? All right."
After speaking, she sat beside Miss Bevanna, and the woman handed the fan to Jenkins.
The weight of this fan is no different from the antique fan Jenkins came into contact with in Papa's Antique Store, but it is a bit cold to hold. The fan bone is quite flexible, and the length seems to be longer than that of ordinary lupines.
"Perhaps...it can extinguish a burning mountain?"
Jenkins said casually.
"Interesting idea, but not right."
After receiving the fan from Jenkins, Bevanna opened the book that never left her, knocked on the table, and a slender mahogany box fell out.
Pushing open the sliding door of the wooden box and carefully putting the fan in, she told Jenkins the answer:
"According to the known efficacy so far, this item should be B-03-1-9177, a winter lupine. It is well known that the general function of a fan is to cool down, but it is just the opposite."
"Wind from the fan is warm?"
Jenkins asked.
"Yes, that is indeed the case. Maybe you have noticed that the danger level I mentioned is 1, which is the highest. The scary thing about this item is that as long as it is continuously fanned, the wind generated will become hotter and hotter .We haven't found a temperature limit so far, because users can also be affected by excessively high temperatures, maybe it has no limit at all. It's quite a dangerous item, but fortunately the woman who bought it has always regarded this thing as Decoration."
Jenkins felt a little surprised. If this fan really has no temperature limit, then in theory, using it can completely destroy the world.
"Oh, what was I thinking?"
He felt that his way of thinking was very strange.
Tonight's lesson is still to continue learning that set of weird postures. So far, Jenkins has learned at least 80% of the content. Ms. Bevanna was surprised by Jenkins' rapid progress, and finally attributed the reason to his ability [Cat's Grace]. Perhaps this peculiar combat ability can permanently improve the user's flexibility.
The sun on Thursday morning still failed to penetrate the clouds and fog, and the snowfall that lasted overnight made the city once again wrapped in silver. Even though it was seven in the morning, it was still dark outside. The wind from the sea may be able to blow away the clouds over the city at noon, but from the current point of view, at least in the morning, it is impossible.
At present, it has not surpassed the effective level four of copying tadpole texts, but Jenkins has recently been able to clearly feel that the effect of accumulating spirits in this way is getting weaker and weaker.
Without the three avenues of observing the sky, "creating" new knowledge, and drinking the products of the cup of fear, he may well lose his means of progress after a few weeks.
Calculating carefully, it has been more than a month since the church knew that he had been promoted to the second level. He planned to find an excuse to propose that he was promoted to the third level soon.
"It's best to encounter new monsters or strange places, so the reason is very good... Oh, what am I thinking?"
Today is an official holiday in the Kingdom, as the Queen's birthday is today. Beldylan is going to be hilarious now, but that has nothing to do with Nolan's Jenkins.
Originally, I wanted to mail the gift for the Queen directly to Cold Spring Palace through the post office. She brought her gift to the earl, and asked the earl to help deliver the gift to Beldyran.
After going around such a big circle, in addition to the reason to save postage, I also wanted to remind the Earl not to forget the conversation between the two and those letters. Hathaway believed that this was evidence of the close cooperation between Jenkins and her father, and she was a little worried that Jenkins would be passively involved in disputes within the kingdom.
Jenkins's gift was a porcelain vase that Dad helped to pick out. Although the price was a bit expensive, it looked quite beautiful. Compared with the steam industry, the porcelain firing technology in this world is quite primitive and backward, but people love this exotic material, which has caused the price of porcelain to remain high.
The bad weather meant that there were no customers today, and only the salesman opened the door in the morning, but neither Jenkins nor Dad liked the so-called "automatic razor". That thing is bigger than chocolate, and there is a possibility of being scalded when using it, so not many people will be interested in it except for novelty hunters.
"Maybe someone will use it as an epilator."
Dad pointed this out, but Jenkins thought it was a dangerous topic, so he managed to change the subject quickly.
Lunch is fish soup, the cheapest meat in winter. Although the port of Nolan has been frozen at this time, the fish goods accumulated in a year can still support the needs of the entire city.
Those fish taste a bit weird because they have been frozen for too long. Jenkins is not very picky about food and can barely eat it.
The stench of [Hemolytic Toxin] finally dissipated a few days ago. In the afternoon, Jenkins began to dispose of his weapon under the guidance of his father.
In fact, it's not just a matter of soaking bullets or daggers in the gun, the complicated treatment process is even a bit like a chemical experiment.
Most of the toxins allocated to Dad and Jenkins were used to deal with the bullets "sanctified" by Jenkins, and a small part were used to deal with their cold weapons. But even if it is diluted and used again, the amount of those toxins is still not enough. Only Old Jack can make this kind of potion, and the output has always been very low.
"Why don't I try to make some!"
Jenkins thought in his heart, but did not tell his father this proposal. He didn't want his father to misunderstand that he was interested in the profession of "pharmacist". Although there was a high probability that he wouldn't care about it, it was better to be cautious.
He now has a complete production method of this toxin, and it is inconvenient to move around living in the church, so the distant city of Loen will be the best place to make medicine.
After the day's work is over, after returning to the church, we start to prepare for the evening party.
The last time I attended Mr. Hood's party was before going to Beldyran. After a month, Jenkins even missed the people who appeared at the party.
He excused that he was a little tired today, and returned to his room to rest after dinner. In fact, still sneaking out of the church through the roof of the library, riding a unicorn in the snowy night sky.
The meeting place this time was on the shallows of the Jor-El Bridge, where Jenkins and Pop had captured a member of the Magic Eye Collection a few months earlier.
Mr. Hood was still the first one to come. With his hands behind his back, he faced the frozen river and stared at the streetlights on the avenue across the bridge. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a man with a white kitten.
PS: I feel that this chapter is a little more daily, so I made it into a big chapter and wrote it directly before the party.