"9999 pounds? Oh yes, I'm not a bad person."
Jenkins leaned against the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and hid the upper half of his face in the shadows, stroking the cat on his lap with his right hand.
"It was all an accident, and even I didn't expect it to turn out like this, but I can consider myself not a bad person."
"However, in this short period of half a year, you easily defrauded a large sum of money from half the continent. Not only did you achieve your own reputation, but you were also praised by most people. What's even more amazing is that you didn't No gains were made."
Alexia pointed out with a smile.
"No, half of the continent's funds are a bit exaggerated. It's a question of whether the money can exceed 5 million pounds. But other aspects... maybe so."
The smile this time is really because of complacency, even Jenkins, occasionally complacent because of other people's praise, at least so far he still has a human part.
Tuesday's party was one of Dolores Stuart's happiest times of the week, but Mr. Williams was right that the sense of time often changed according to mood. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the two friends who were just sitting on the sofa talking about the gods had already left.
Mr. Williams was going to fertilize a flower, and Dolores had wanted to find a good opportunity to express herself by means of that flower.
She stood alone in front of the study window looking at the snowy scenery outside, savoring the deception Jenkins had just mentioned and the further development of that deception in her heart. Imagine how you would feel when you exposed the "scam" in front of the public if this happened to you.
"That's really like the plot in a novel. No, even a novelist can't write such a wonderful story."
She has developed feelings similar to "worship" for the wisdom of men.
There were footsteps behind her, followed by Julia's flustered salute. The third princess immediately adjusted her expression, then turned around with a big smile:
"Father!"
The person who came was the current ruler of the Northern Kingdom, King Brea Salsi Stuart, who was favored by ice and snow and blessed by the God of Nature, and he was better known as Salsi II. He is now over 40 years old, but still looks tough.
He wears a red robe and a white cloak decorated with rubies behind him. Dolores inherited her smooth hair from the man in front of her, but her face was more like her mother's.
"Haven't you slept yet?"
"Yes, father, I want to finish the math homework left by Miss Miller."
"That's fine, but also take a break. It's your end-of-year gift."
This gift was supposed to be given out last night and then opened this morning, but His Majesty is busy with affairs, so it is understandable to occasionally forget about unfavored children.
"thank you."
She took the gift box with a ribbon from the guard on the side, and returned the gift gracefully.
Briar Stuart was very satisfied with this short conversation. He took a look at the study and planned to leave. He was really tired. But her eyes stopped on the desk beside her, and Julia, who was standing by, shrank her pupils.
"This is, your great-grandfather?"
He picked up the piece of paper that Jenkins left half a month ago, and they were talking about it tonight, and Julia thought she had put it away.
"Yes!"
Dolores reacted very quickly.
"I found an old photo in the library, but unfortunately it faded as soon as it came into contact with the air. I can only ask someone to transfer the contents of the photo to paper. I heard that this is a new technology."
Fortunately for her, the middle-aged man doesn't care about the so-called new technology, he is attracted by the people in the photos.
"Indeed, this is indeed grandfather. I didn't expect that you could still find his photo. Maybe it was wrongly placed in the book, so it appeared in the library."
This kind of thing has happened before, so it can be explained.
"Could you give it to me? I thought maybe it could be framed and hung by the clock in the wing. We've been wanting a portrait of your great-grandfather."
"sure."
Dolores said sweetly, and then walked carefully to her father, "Then, who is this gentleman? I think the person who can take a photo with great-grandfather should also be a well-known nobleman in the kingdom."
I am in a good mood today, the tired king actually patted his daughter on the shoulder while smiling:
"No, you guessed wrong. This gentleman has more than one photo taken with your great-grandfather. I have heard of him. This is a very wise sage. Directed his politics and history classes when he was the crown prince."
"Is this great-grandfather's teacher?"
She was thinking about her own and Mr. Williams' seniority.
"No, this gentleman never allowed your great-grandfather to call him teacher, he just taught him temporarily. Oh, Dolores, if you are interested in this gentleman, maybe you can read your great-grandfather's Diary, I can allow you to read part of it, there will probably be some more detailed content in it."
(Chocolate is running... )
It's a pity that the flower girl's fertilizer didn't make the fantasy flower bloom directly as Jenkins expected. When the flower fertilizer was poured into the pot at Alexia's place, the flower had simply skipped the troublesome third growth stage. Jenkins was disappointed by the sheer number of souls needed to make it bloom.
He bid farewell to Alexia in such a bad mood and returned to Nolan's church. He planned to go to sleep, but when he saw the gift in the corner, he decided to open it up to take a look.
According to the custom, gifts for the New Year's Day should be opened in the early morning of the first day of the new year, but Jenkin was already very busy on this day, fortunately, no one asked him about the gifts.
He moved the neatly wrapped boxes with ribbons to **, and crossed his legs to see what his friends had given away.
"Don't move!"
Seeing that the chocolate was eager to try, Jenkins immediately gave a warning to the cat, who made a "meow~" sound, turned around and slapped his wrist with his tail.
Each gift box has the sender's name on it. Jenkins first unwrapped the presents from his father, Professor Burns, and Bishop Parode, because they probably gave something that was quite standard. Sure enough, inside were a brand new personal dagger, a beautiful glass photo frame and a yellowed letter.