Alexia had long noticed that Miss Stuart had no interest in studying. In fact, everyone in this room had noticed it.
The gathering of the four of them didn't officially begin until His Royal Highness the Third Princess was forced to make up the missing homework and preview next week's lessons in advance.
The first topic Jenkins brought up was his own troubles.
"Fantasy flowers? Didn't know there was such a thing in Norah Parish. I can help you, Jenkins, but you still have to figure out your lover's hair."
Out of the corner of her eye, Alexia saw that Julia was holding Miss Stuart down with her hands to prevent her from giving some inappropriate suggestions.
"When you left Nolan City, my flower had already entered the second stage. If I give up and let it continue to grow, I always feel unwilling."
He catches the cat sniffing the inkpot, and remembers drawing it on its forehead before tricking it into the bathroom, but it's definitely not going to work now.
"Is there anything new happening on Ruen's side? I noticed that we've been talking about my affairs."
he asked again.
"Everything is peaceful. But there is also a bearer of the mark of killing here, and the local bestowers almost all know the news. In the snowfield further north of Ruen, someone found A-01-1-8322 , the Frost Legion. But there is no evidence to support this news, and the people sent by the church have no feedback."
Alexia said, staring at the cat under Jenkins' hands and wondering what she was thinking.
"Scary thing?"
"Yes, I think Dolores should know better."
She gave Miss Stuart the opportunity to speak.
"Yes, I stole... read some information in the archives. A-01-1-8322 is a kind of creepy thing that only appears in winter, and there must be human settlements near the place where it appears. This kind of weird thing It is composed of a large number of living snowmen, and when they gather to a certain number, they will form a system to attack human settlements, and their behavior is no different from that of a human army."
"Then what power do they use?"
Jenkins asked with interest, he has always been full of curiosity about this kind of weird thing that would not threaten him.
"The snowman can use most of the low-level ice and snow spell abilities, and they are very powerful. Whenever they break through a human settlement, they will use an extremely cruel method to transform humans into their own kind. But they don't Not considered a threat, all Yetis are extremely afraid of fire, and theoretically, even a stout farmer brave enough to carry a torch could easily win a one-on-one fight. Any kind of special fire would They are their deadly nemesis, if they really appear, then as long as the traces can be found, the church has enough power to completely wipe them out."
During the party, the servant knocked on the door unexpectedly. If someone finds a strange man appearing in the princess's study, then even Nolan might hear the gossip a week later. Jenkins immediately disappeared and returned to Nolan, but found that he forgot to bring back the chocolate.
Ten minutes later, when Alexia notified him that he could go back, he saw the cat lying on its stomach and dozing on the top of the bookshelf in the corner of the study.
Behind it is a portrait of a person. In the painting, a very noble young man is wearing a red cloak and smiling with his head held high. Jenkins believes that there are parts of exaggeration and beautification by the artist. Apart from the color, it is difficult for him to imagine that a man's face can be so fair.
"This is my great-grandfather, Ensidor Stuart."
Miss Stuart introduced, "I heard from my grandfather that he was really a very serious person. He died before I was born."
The young man in the painting looked very familiar, probably because Miss Stuart's face resembled his. Jenkins quickly lost interest in him and planned to share with everyone the encounter with the dragon today.
"Meow~"
a kind reminder.
"No, it's not just familiarity!"
A certain memory from a few weeks ago suddenly flooded into my mind, the photo album on the counter in Papa's antique shop clearly appeared in front of my eyes.
"This is… "
Dad only showed Jenkins a few of the photos, and in one of the group photos with a blurry background, the boy's face was at least 80% similar to the young man in the photo. Even, Jenkins can think that this is the same person.
"Dad actually knew Miss Stuart's great-grandfather?"
He didn't expect that he and his friends had such an unknown relationship, but after thinking about it, he discovered a new problem.
"Miss Stuart, may I take the liberty to ask?"
He stretched out his finger and pointed to the oil painting, "Excuse me, what year was your great-grandfather born in the common calendar?"
Miss Stuart was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "1753 in the common calendar. Great-grandfather was nearly 60 years old when he gave birth to grandfather, so even father didn't have a deep impression of him."
This is a big problem. If the person in the old man's photo is really this Ensidor Stuart, then the current age of the old man is definitely not in line with his actual appearance in his fifties.
"Now is the last month of 1865 in the general calendar, that is to say, Dad is at least 90 years old?"
He scratched his hair and turned to Miss Stuart. While walking, the palm of the right hand was lifted upwards, and a palm-sized book gradually became solid from illusion.
Julia carefully covered her mouth. According to what she learned from Dolores, this should be a gift. She wasn't surprised that Mr. Williams owned this kind of item, but she didn't expect that he would display it in front of everyone without any scruples.
The book in Jenkins' hands automatically opened the first page, and black and white colors appeared on the old parchment pages, which was naturally a photo in memory.
"Miss Stuart, do you have any impression of this person?"
He handed the [Book of Memories] to Miss Stuart, who took it over carefully, looked down for a few seconds, with a puzzled expression on his face.
She looked up at the oil painting, then looked down again at the photo printed on the parchment, her doubts turned into shock.
"Mr. Williams, this should be my great-grandfather. Yes, look at the medal on his clothes. My great-grandfather gave it to my grandfather when he was 13 years old. I saw this thing before my grandfather died! Mr. Williams, you Does your friend know great-grandfather?"
"No, I'm not sure."
Jenkins shook his head and put the book of memories away. He conveniently pulled out a blank sheet of paper from the desk, and the photo just now appeared again.
"Sorry, Miss Stuart, can I trouble you to find a way to confirm it again, maybe it's just a coincidence. Although this is not necessary, the other person in the photo is very important to me."