"What's this?"
As Jenkins spoke, he opened the yellowed letter. After a quick glance, I realized that this was the admission letter from the bishop when he was young. The literacy rate and the number of universities in that era were far from what they are now, and being able to enter a university almost meant opening the way to the upper class.
Of course, the bishop's family background also helped a lot.
"Is this encouraging me to keep reading?"
He didn't quite understand what the purpose was, so he put the letter back in the envelope and put it back in the back of the desk.
The knife given by the father is more decorative than practical, and the photo frame given by the professor is very practical. Unfortunately, after Jenkins became Jenkins, he never took a photo on purpose—the newspaper and Alexia’s unique photo. Horned beast photos don't count.
"How about taking a photo with me? Anyway, I have time recently?"
He asked his cat, and Chocolate sniffed at the other boxes.
It's a pity that people don't usually have the habit of giving food as gifts, so the cat's cravings were left in vain. But many of these gifts also surprised Jenkins. For example, Alexia gave him a dark blue glass ball the size of a palm, which was dotted with bright lights.
This is an ornament made with extraordinary ability. In complete darkness, holding this ball is like holding a galaxy.
Matching the ball was a pure gold ornament like the crown given by Miss Stuart, which happened to be able to put the ball on the top of the crown, and the two seemed to complement each other.
"really not bad."
He drew the curtains, exclaimed after turning off the gas lamp, and turned his head to be startled by the glowing eyes of the cat.
The family members gave some daily necessities, Miss Audrey gave a book, and Miss Bevanna's gift was also a book. It's just that the former is a banned book "The Abyss of Evil: Exploring Ancient Divination" that has been marked not to be disseminated at will, while the latter is a collection of poems that Jenkins never likes to read.
Ms. Bevanna probably thought that Jenkins didn't lack anything, so she gave such a thing. Hathaway's gift was wrapped in dark colored paper, and it felt heavy to hold. Open the outer package, and inside is a brass-colored cat statue.
"Meow~"
Chocolate stretched out his claws to pull the statue out of Jenkins' hands, but Jenkins easily dodged it.
"Does she think that's all I like about cats?"
Jenkins couldn't help laughing, seeing that the chocolate was still eager to taste, so he stuffed the thing back into the box and deal with it when he had time.
Miss Michael gave Jenkins a long brown scarf, which must have been made of animal hair rather than artificial wool, otherwise it would not be so smooth. He put the scarf on Chocolate, and then wrapped it firmly in the scarf while it was not paying attention.
The cat let out a miserable cry, and Jenkins let it go immediately. But it immediately returned to normal and jumped onto the bedside table beside it, stretching out its claws to scratch at Jenkins.
Friends I knew in the church, as well as many readers I didn't know, also sent gifts. The latter had been delivered in a cart sent by the bookseller this morning, filling the corner of Jenkins' room.
"A day like this can be regarded as a peaceful life."
Lying on the bed on his back, he sighed, and the cat, which finally found a chance to take revenge, immediately pounced on it.
The peaceful days did not last long, in fact not even one night. Jenkins, who had just fallen asleep on Wednesday night, was awakened by a violent earthquake.
"Chocolate run!"
He felt like he had said it himself, but this time it was a real earthquake. He picked up his cat, pulled the coat off the hanger as he passed the door, and rushed out of the room.
The firmness of the church buildings is trustworthy. Even after aftershocks continued, no buildings collapsed. And the "monster that came out of the ground" that Jenkins feared did not appear. This seems to be just an ordinary geological movement.
The next morning at dinner, I heard the priests and priests talking about the earthquake at night. Although this is not common in this city, the occasional earthquake does not seem to be a big problem.
After breakfast, Mr. Brow, the bookseller, met Jenkins in the church.
He had promised in front of Jenkins in December that the first prints of "Frozen" would appear in bookstores by the end of the year. It is a pity that this was not done, but this was entirely due to accidents, not because of indifference to this matter.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't expect the factory area to be completely closed due to rectification. You also know that the kingdom's air protection act..."
He explained while wiping his sweat.
The factories chosen by Mr. Burrow happen to be those occupied by the Son of the Evil God. He really cannot be blamed for this incident, and the Son of God who can be blamed has disappeared.
"I guarantee that after the factory resumes operations, they will be urged to rush to work as soon as possible. I'm really sorry, sorry."
His attitude was very low, perhaps because Bishop Parode happened to be listening when the two were talking.
After that, Jenkins, who was about to go to the club for an appointment, met the worried Captain Bincy. The two met at the corner of the corridor and almost bumped into each other.
"Feel sorry."
The paper in Captain Bincy's hand fell, and Jenkins immediately bent down to help him pick it up. In the process, it is inevitable to see the words on the paper, which is a discovery report of a child's body.
"It's not a big deal. The number of pedestrians falling into the water caused by the collapse of the river ice this winter has been three times higher than before. The body of a child who fell into the water was found in the open sea, and there were obvious signs of being bitten by human teeth. We are worried that something strange has swam into the river in the urban area, and we are trying to find a way to investigate."
He explained in a hurry, then took the papers and walked away. Jenkins frowned for a moment, then continued to walk out with his cat.
Dad sent a letter from Beldylan this morning, he has arrived at the destination smoothly, and told Jenkins not to worry. He thought he could finish the business there and return to Nolan within a week, so he told Jenkins not to forget to clean up the antique store every two days, and hang the closed wooden sign at the store entrance.
So Jenkins took a detour to Fifth Queens Road before going to the club. He had the spare key of the antique store in his hand, stood under the rain eaves and opened the lock. As soon as he opened the door, the chocolate slipped in through the crack of the door, and when Jenkins was looking for the wooden sign behind the door, he had already jumped onto the counter and lay down.