Because Dad is not in the store for the time being, and there will be no customers at this time, Hathaway plans to stay here for a while.
They were discussing the opera script, which Jenkins was more than halfway through, but somehow they got down to Tuesday.
All misunderstandings were explained, and Mademoiselle Michel realized that she had misunderstood her lover. And Jenkins also found out through inquiry that on Tuesday afternoon, Hathaway was actually dealing with the commission she received from the clothing store, and the commissioner was the red-haired clown in the circus.
"They released a lot of commissions, looking for ordinary people with no common characteristics, such as coachmen, government employees, etc. The price is very good, and the commissions are easy to complete."
Hathaway explained that at the same time, she also wanted to know why Jenkins went out with Miss Mihail that afternoon.
"It's... hard to explain."
That's all he can say.
Hathaway shook her head and laughed, she already knew everything from Britney, she just wanted to tease the man in front of her by asking.
Complicated emotional issues have always been the object of Jenkins' dislike, and after sending Hathaway away, his father returned soon. Except for the sale of an oil painting in the evening, nothing happened in the antique shop.
After saying goodbye to his father, he went straight to Miss Audrey's residence. The "interesting item" she borrowed refers to a slender iron box. The surface of the box is lead color, except for a petal-like symbol on the upper surface, the rest of the surface is solid color.
This is B-08-4-4827, Mr. Mischief's Snack Box.
"Mr. Mischief?"
"Yes, you should have heard of this name. The [Mr. Prank Pocket] I own is also an item with the same prefix."
"But who exactly is Mr. Mischief?"
As Papa said, it's not a god, nor is it any of the ABC items.
Miss Audrey was silent for a moment, then asked softly:
"Remember the question I answered in Rocky when I first visited your house?"
"Remember... hmm?"
This almost shows that Mr. Mischief is also the master of a certain world.
He immediately looked at Miss Audrey, but the lady didn't want to explain too much on this issue.
B-08-4-4827, [Mr. Mischief's Snack Box], is similar to B-01-5-9293, [Mr. Hunter's Fruit Bowl] held by Jenkins. Every time you open it, you can get a "snack" that will not cause harm to the opener.
But there are still two significant differences between the two objects. First, after the fruit bowl is activated, you can get fruit twice a day without any cost, and the snack box can be used unlimited times, and each activation will consume a lot of spirits; second, the fruit bowl is completely harmless items, and the snack box requires that the food taken out last time be eaten before opening again, otherwise the user who opens the box for the second time will be whipped against the soul, and at the same time a line of ancient text will appear on the front of the iron box, translation Cheng Tongwen probably means:
[Wasting food is equivalent to hurting the soul.]
This night, all Jenkins had to do was to rely on his own inspiration for divination, but he still failed, not once. This was more difficult than the last attempt in the sewer pipe, because it never occurred to him that burnt caterpillars and withered leaves could be called "snacks".
"I hope I don't spoil my stomach."
It can be seen that Chocolate is very interested in this kind of item that can turn into food. As Jenkins repeatedly failed, he wandered over to the box, but until the end, Jenkins refused to allow the cat to try.
The chocolate is still too weak, and Jenkins is worried that if the cat tries it once, all the spirit will be sucked out of its body. It is better for young cats not to try such a dangerous thing lightly.
With the exam season approaching the end of the year, not only young students like John have headaches, but even the college students under Professor Burns are busy with the end-of-year examinations and assessments.
In order to graduate smoothly or at least get the credits for this year, the small paper at the end of the year must be done beautifully, but the fact is that the writing is just the opposite.
Professor Burns, who visited the antique shop on Saturday morning, yelled at the three young men who followed him in front of Dad and Jenkins. These three professors have already made a conclusion. It is absolutely impossible for the original paper to pass the end-of-year assessment next week with a "passed" grade, so they must find a way to write another one before the last week.
Professor Burns has a tenured teaching position in the school, and he has rich experience in guiding students. Time is running out now, and the easiest way is to directly write an evaluation and analysis of a single piece of antiquity, which is why they came to the antique shop.
It was hard to see Professor Burns with such a grumpy expression, only then Jenkins could remember that most of the old man's abilities belonged to the red combat system.
After seeing off the professor and his party, the father lay down on the counter to check out, and made a suggestion by the way:
"Have you ever considered going back to school? Even for a degree certificate is worth it."
"Are you kidding me, where do I have time to go to school now?"
Like Jenkins said, he's been really busy lately. I worked in an antique shop in the morning, and had to return to the church early to prepare clothes for Marquis Mihail's dinner in the evening.
He was very sure that Marquis Michael's invitation could never be purely for gratitude, so before he set off, he asked Bishop Parode to inquire about what happened in the kingdom recently, hoping to sort out some clues, and Bishop Parode's suggestion and Like daddy:
"Don't make any promises."
The cat was forced to stay in the church, and when Jenkins walked into the main entrance of the mansion under the guidance of the servants, the first person he saw was Miss Windsor, and the girl nodded and smiled at him tenderly.
"Did I go to the wrong door?"
Even he himself thought this idea was stupid.
After seeing Miss Mihail, I realized that Miss Windsor had just paid a sudden visit today. As for when she arrived in Nolan and why she appeared here, no one can answer these questions.
"Lord Williamette, I expect Miss Windsor to be at the dinner."
The old butler said respectfully: "I'm really sorry that I didn't inform you in advance. But the distinguished Windsor family and the Mihail family are very close relatives, and Miss Windsor's did not inform us in advance."
Even if Jenkins was crazy, he wouldn't believe such a thing.