It must be Jenkins who pays for the carriage ride with Pop. In addition to the normal fare, he gave the driver an extra silver coin as a tip for the snowy night. When the two entered the church through the main entrance, they could still see the coachman standing in the snow looking at them when they turned their heads.
"Some emotions, right?"
asked Dad, sweeping the snow from his hair and shoulders.
"Yes, I think any sympathetic normal person would be emotional."
Jenkins didn't need to sweep the snow, because the nuns and ladies who heard the news had already done it with soft towels.
"When I was young, I felt the same emotion as you. I have witnessed the changes in the lives of many people over the years. Compared with the past, this era is generally better, but there are still things that need to be changed. This is all you young people things."
He patted Jenkins on the shoulder and walked towards the courtyard behind alone.
Because of the blizzard tonight, fewer people came to the night class than last time. Two or three new faces, whose main concern was not the content of arithmetic class, but Jenkins' opinion on "Miss Fabry's investment."
For them, the most knowledgeable person they can reach is Jenkins. So for this kind of thing that may change the fate of the family, you must consult him.
"I'll stress it again. I've only heard about this matter, and I'm still investigating it. But this kind of thing is very risky. The so-called investment all comes from people's rumors. I think it's better to..."
He was just about to throw the conclusion that "Miss Fabry is a liar" to everyone, but what they cared about was not the risk, but whether real profits could be realized through investment.
Jenkins can't convince everyone, and he's not obligated...he's only partially responsible. A small number of people probably understood the meaning of his words, which is enough. Anyway, the great writer's intentions are good, his actions are just, and his sense of responsibility is very strong, and there is a high probability that this matter will not happen. Unexpected.
After all, Eldron is a bit far away from Nolan. Even if a few poor people heard about the investment, most of the citizens still don't know the large-scale capital flow that happened around them. Jenkins once secretly asked his father and Professor Burns. The former heard some news from the street, but he didn't take it to heart at all, while the latter didn't know about it at all.
Of course, the little girl Fini Fishford also appeared in class, sitting next to Chocolate, who was sleeping on her stomach. According to relatives, her cousin, the eldest daughter of the Stress family, died because of the resurrected corpse incident. Jenkins wasn't sure if he should try to comfort her, but there was nothing wrong with her expression.
"Forget it, this happens to everyone."
Thinking of this, and thinking of Mr. Benz who died in front of him, his mood suddenly turned bad.
After the night class ended, Blizzard didn't mean to stop at all. Jenkins met Captain Bincy in the hallway, and the two chatted about Mr. Benz's family situation. He is not married so far, and has no relatives in his family, so he is completely alone. The church will hold his funeral later in the week, and Jenkins will be there.
There was no sadness on the face of the middle-aged man, but Jenkins learned from Mr. Schleich that the two had been working together for at least ten years...
I thought that the matter of the dragon would be delayed for a long time before it could be resolved, but Miss Bevanna acted very fast, and she resolved everything in one day. The keeper of Nolan Diocese is proficient in dragon language, and after searching for the giant dragon, he easily established communication with it.
"That dragon is called Dragan Niederholmer, and it comes from another world. Because the people who excavated the ruins misunderstood the ancient ritual, it was sent to the material world by mistake. We will find a way to send it away in the near future, now Let it live in the Evergreen Forest temporarily. If you are interested, you can also go to meet it. I think that polite dragon should be very welcome to talk to the Holy Son of the Church."
"Be polite?"
Jenkins wondered if he was using the wrong adjective, because it sounded ridiculous.
He didn't want to meet the dragon, because there was no need for it, and it was not like he had never seen that creature before. Compared with giant dragons, Jenkins thinks his cats and unicorns are cuter. Dragons are too big and not suitable for private breeding.
"Meow~"
Chocolate agrees.
The giant dragon is a creature that can be called a treasure. Although the Church will not harm it, as a rare intelligent dragon in this era that has formally contacted the Orthodox Church, its value will definitely be fully tapped.
Jenkins is very interested in the so-called "different world", but Miss Bevanna refuses to disclose any information. He guessed that this was another world similar to magma hell, but he didn't know which master it corresponded to.
"Giant dragons, unicorns, demons, vampires... Heh~ It's like the age of mythology has come again."
He sighed softly, and believed that in the future, more strange creatures would appear in Nolan.
After finishing Miss Bevanna's class, she returned to her room to prepare for a rest. Because he forgot the fruit promised to the cat, it spilled on Jenkins' pillow and prevented the man from sleeping. This behavior is very bad.
After a night of no dreams, I woke up with a sense of emptiness and loss. Chocolate woke up earlier than Jenkins, and was standing on the window sill looking at the snow falling outside. The blizzard that lasted overnight has no intention of weakening. Now that December has entered the second half of the month, the continuous snow will bring lower temperatures. I am afraid that this year will be another extraordinarily cold winter.
"Will the development of the steam boom industry lead to the early appearance of the term greenhouse effect?"
He pondered the question while washing his face, but couldn't come up with an answer.
Before breakfast, the keeper of secrets, Mr. Smith, rarely appeared outside the Gate of Vientiane, and showed Jenkins a palm-sized circular piece of metal with a blood-red rune-like imprint on it.
"This is... the Mark of Killing?"
"Yes, we successfully extracted it from that boy. Although it no longer has that complicated evolutionary function, at least it can sense the power of the same source, which is very beneficial for hunting down the remaining imprint holders."
Speaking of this, Mr. Smith can't help but feel a little proud.
The thing still had a black aura, but the color was very dull. Out of caution, Mr. Smith did not let Jenkins hold it in his hand to examine it. This thing will be temporarily sealed behind the Vientiane Gate, waiting for the final result of the Holy See. "