Jenkins' words ended in a questioning tone. He didn't leave time for the young man to answer, and continued hurriedly:
"If I remember correctly, that club has repeatedly refused your trespass, and Miss Lawrence has complained to friends about your disgraceful stalking behavior many times."
"Yes Yes."
Liverpool replied obediently, his body wanted to step back, but he felt the palm on his shoulder was extraordinarily strong.
"Excuse me, do you know Miss Lawrence too?"
Hearing this question, an uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in Jenkins' heart. He tried his best to restrain this unknown anger, with a stiff smile on his face, and said:
"Miss Lawrence can be regarded as my friend, so I hope you can get along with a lady in a normal way. If she rejects you, please don't continue to pester her; if you are not reconciled, then rely on your own Make an effort to change the status quo, not shamefully voyeuristically here."
"I see… "
He twisted his shoulders, trying to escape from Jenkins' grasp.
"Don't leave in a hurry, please listen to me."
The tone gradually became irritable:
"Listen, Mr. Liverpool. I know you long for a romantic love story with a beautiful girl, but your methods are disgusting. I have nothing to do with your affairs, and I am not in a position to judge your actions , it's the morals and the law that make me stand in the street and talk to you in this cold weather. Listen, I have connections in Carfax Yards, yes, you know I'm a nobleman, nobles always have privileges If I see you sneaking up next to Miss Lawrence one more time, even just once, then I promise to let you spend the end of the year at the police station."
"Yes, I understand."
He lowered his head and muttered softly: "Love stories only belong to 'princes' like you."
"What did you say?"
Jenkins frowned, but he really didn't hear the sentence clearly, so he added:
"The last time I saw you across from the cloakroom, you turned around and ran away, which shows that you still have some shame."
Liverpool continued to bow their heads and said nothing.
"Okay, we're all reasonable people. I think you can see that this is not a threat today. I hope your shame will continue to work and please stop doing this kind of thing."
Having said that, he finally let go of his palm. Liverpool took a step back and nearly tripped over the stones under their feet.
"I see, Baron, thank you for your warning."
He bent down and bowed, then turned around and ran away quickly.
"No, I don't think you understand yet."
The faint intuition told Jenkins that this man would definitely bring him a lot of trouble in the near future. He wanted to catch up, but he was worried that it was just an illusion. After a few seconds of hesitation, Liverpool ran into a side alley and disappeared.
As an extremely cautious person, Jenkins never let any dangerous factors appear around him. The premonition of danger at that moment has been warning him. Therefore, after returning to the church, he directly asked the church personnel to help investigate matters related to Liverpool.
It is very simple to investigate an ordinary person. After dinner, someone handed Jenkins a file bag, which contained all the information about the young man.
Seeing that there was still some time before the Loen meeting, he opened the file bag and planned to take a look first.
George Liverpool was born in an ordinary family of coal miners in Norland. His mother died of illness when he was three years old, and his father died in a mine accident, so he lived in his uncle's house who was not rich since he was a child.
His uncle, Jack Liverpool, was a very bad character, and although he treated his nephew well, growing up in that poor and twisted family, George Liverpool's behavior was very problematic.
"Longing for wealth, some are hostile to the rich, worship the privileged class, and study with the goal of getting ahead..."
This is Jenkins' summary of him. It may be biased but the overall direction is not wrong. Probably the investigators also knew that the client was Jenkins, so they specially extracted some fragments about Miss Lawrence from Liverpool's diary.
"The diary can also be stolen, so powerful..."
Excluding the crazy fantasies of his teenage years, Jenkins found that his original intention of liking Miss Lawrence was because the Lawrence family had no males. If he could marry this girl, it would mean that he could inherit everything that belonged to the Lawrence family.
Jenkins really struggles to understand this behavior, since he can think of this kind of attention in order to get ahead, why can't he use some smarter methods when it comes to gaining girls' favor.
"So it's not pure infatuated love."
He felt that he had encountered an extremely disgusting thing, and there was still a trace of admiration for persistence in his heart, but it disappeared.
But in the final analysis, this incident seems to be attributed to personal misfortune caused by the misfortune of the times. Liverpool were at fault, of course, but the fault itself was part of a greater misfortune.
"Well, the relationship between people is really complicated. It is the most correct choice to get out of the way to pursue a more ambitious goal."
Once again, he strengthened his belief, and then swept aside the documents that affected his mood, intending to ask the church to help deal with the follow-up of this matter.
Recently, Jenkins often regards Loen City as a place where he can forget his troubles. There, he doesn't have to play anyone, he can share everything about himself... most of his secrets with his friends, and he doesn't need to worry about it affecting his future.
Alexia's empathy is what Jenkins appreciates most, and the innocent Miss Stuart is also a wonderful friend. Sometimes he wished that Ruen's nights could be longer, so that the feeling of peace of mind could last longer.
"What are you thinking?"
Jenkins was facing the window in the study, his too young face was reflected in the glass, and Alexia was also reflected in the reflection, standing behind Jenkins.
"As for the matter of the son of the evil god, I was wondering whether I should contact a righteous god."
Miss Stuart, who was writing with her head down, almost broke the pen holder in her hand because of fright.
"No need to worry, no matter from which point of view, you are the most loyal believer of the sage, and your contribution to the church is unmatched... Jenkins, I think you have overlooked this point."
"Yeah?"
He asked softly, lowering his eyelids, feeling a little better.