"Is such that."
Professor Burns said hesitantly:
"I am also aware of some small gatherings of unregistered givers, or the local black market of givers. Do these things need to be reported to the church?"
The old man tapped on the handle of the chair with his index finger, and replied crisply:
"As long as they don't do illegal things and don't actively provoke the church, there is no need to bother to investigate and deal with them."
Jenkins also echoed: "Yes, the water is so clear and there are no fish."
As soon as the words fell, the two old men looked at him with strange eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Jenkins sneered.
"I just didn't expect you to say such a reasonable sentence suddenly."
Dad's store is still open, and the professor still has a class to attend today. After a few words of greeting, the three of them praised the sage together, and the professor said goodbye.
Jenkins took the initiative to ask to send the professor off, but the father glanced at him and did not object.
The bell rang, and Professor Burns and Jenkins stepped out of Papa's antique shop together.
Walking on the stone pavement of Fifth Queen's Road, a newspaper boy quickly passed by the two of them. Seeing that there were no pedestrians around, Jenkins quickly approached the professor, and the two were leaning against the wall. He asked in a low voice, "Do you know the gathering of some givers?"
The professor who was arranging his hat was a little surprised, but soon understood.
"You want to come with me."
"Yes."
Jenkins put on an embarrassed expression: "I also want to get in touch with some gifted people outside the church..."
"no problem."
Professor Burns hesitated for a moment, covered his face with a gray top hat with a ribbon on it, and responded, "I will come to see you at Father Oliver's place next Monday evening."
"Why do you call him Dad, how old is he?"
Jenkins sighed in his heart, but kept expressing his thanks.
"And one more thing."
Before getting into the carriage, Professor Burns thought of another thing, but the huge wheels of the carriage had already moved, so he could only stick out his head and quickly said to Jenkins: "My students are very fond of the fairy tales you wrote. Interested, congratulations on being the best fairy tale writer in recent years. Congratulations in advance for selling more books!"
Standing in front of the steam pipe valve on the corner of the street, Jenkins waved goodbye to Professor Yuan Qu, but the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be restrained.
With a smile, he lowered his head and scratched his hair, smoothed the wrinkles on his coat, and walked towards the work place with his chest up.
Jenkins was looking forward to seeing another gathering of the Givers with Professor Burns next Monday, but on Saturday evening, something happened that disrupted his rhythm.
This day's luck was pretty good. Not only did Dad buy a few stones engraved with ancient characters at a very low price, the two also received a special item like white gauze.
It was originally the old lady who tried to sell the pickle jar as a relic of the defunct Palance Empire to my father, the rags that wrapped the jar, but my father recognized it as a special item at a glance.
The father was in a good mood and planned to let Jenkins go home early, but when he was still analyzing the source of the stone with his father, an unexpected visitor came to the store.
jingle~
The store door was pushed in, and the hanging bell on the door rang. The two looked back:
"Miss Michael?"
The old man straightened up and patted himself on the back, "Why, did you buy something good again and need my help to identify it?"
"No, I'm here for Mr. Williamette."
She also came in a carriage this time, but the red-haired Hathaway Hertha was not with her.
Greeting the two of them gracefully, the girl smiled appropriately at Jenkins.
"Excuse me, is there something wrong with the badge a few days ago?"
Jenkins felt his face flush a little.
"No, did you write this book?"
When the father heard the honorific "you" in the sentence, he glanced at the corner of his mouth, and took a few steps back to sort out the goods in the store, so as not to disturb the communication between the two young people.
What the girl was holding was "The Stranger's Stories Collection", Jenkins nodded hesitantly:
"Yes, what's the problem?"
"I really didn't expect that the apprentice my father recruited would be a great writer."
The elegant noble lady is not stingy with compliments.
"My friends and classmates have been discussing this book in recent days, and Hathaway recommended it to me. Before I opened it, I thought it was just a childish storybook. Sorry, I shouldn't use this kind of book. Adjective. But I didn't expect the story described here to be so interesting."
"The word great writer, ha~"
Jenkins remembered that he was a copycat again, and his face blushed immediately.
But the girl opposite seemed to think that Jenkins was at a loss for his own charm.
Although this idea is also correct.
"Hathaway loves the love stories in it, the prince who kisses Sleeping Beauty Thalia, and the tragic Snow White who ends up being happy... But I'm more interested in the wonderful objects in the story. "
She smiled lightly, and a different brilliance bloomed on her fair face:
"The tinder box that summons a monster, the match that grants a wish but brings death, Mr. William, have you seen these things with your own eyes?"
"Just like Dad said, this girl is a little crazy about the supernatural."
Jenkins thought so in his heart, but shook his head quickly:
"This is just a story. How can those strange things exist?"
The girl looked a little disappointed, but staring into Jenkins' eyes, nothing unusual happened in the end.
"Goddess, it turns out that she really has emerald green eyes. JK Rowling is not lying."
The rare Jenkins thought, this is the first time he has seen this kind of pupil color.
"Actually, if I take the liberty to bother you today, there is one thing I want to ask you for."
Britney Mihail sighed in front of Jenkins, and gently let go of the topic just now.
"Me? Tell me, please."
"I would like to invite you to our reading salon on the weekend. It's just a small party, only my friends and some other invited writers will be there. Do you have time?"
"Feel sorry."
Without even thinking about it, Jenkins replied that he had already used up his vacation this week.
"My job at Papa's..."
"On Sunday night, it starts at six o'clock and ends at nine o'clock. I can arrange a carriage to pick you up."
The noble girl interrupted Jenkins, her tone was very sincere. But Jenkins, considering his bad luck recently and not being familiar with the girl in front of him, originally planned to finish reading Dad's book, and then learn grammar knowledge. If he had time, he would...
PS: The postgraduate work is almost finished. In the second half of the year, there should be no major issues except for the graduation thesis, so this book will continue until it is finished.