Miss Bevanna was going to take Fenny back to the church for an examination, and Jenkins asked by the way what he needed to do now.
"What were you going to do?"
asked Miss Bevanna.
Only then did he realize that he was late.
When I rushed to the club under the snow, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning. The waiter at the door, wearing white gloves and a black formal suit, bowed slightly and opened the club's door for him. When the girls standing in the front hall heard the footsteps, they all turned to greet Jenkins.
Stepping on the mat in front of the door vigorously, getting the snow off the bottom of the boots, and at the same time enthusiastically responding to the girls one by one. He strode towards the room that Miss Mihail often went to, and the young maid from the club followed behind him with a towel, helping him to remove the falling snow from his shoulders.
"Sorry, I'm late."
He said this as soon as he opened the door, but he didn't expect that there were three people sitting in the room.
Besides Miss Michael and Hathaway, there was another young girl whom they did not know. Jenkins has been coming to this club a lot recently, but he has never seen this lady here.
"Good morning, Jenkins. This is Miss Scrimgeour from Andaloshire, my childhood companion. Grena, this is the Mr. Williamette whom I have often spoken of to you."
Miss Scrimgeour was a tall girl with curly brown hair. She was taller than Miss Michael and Hathaway, wearing a plain printed dress, with her hands folded and elegantly placed on her lap, she stood up immediately when she saw Jenkins appear.
Miss Michael was taking Miss Scrimgeour to meet other friends, so let Hathaway and Jenkins chat for a while, and they would be back before lunch.
For the first time this year, Jenkins had the redhead alone.
After the maid behind Miss Mihail closed the door, Jenkins stood quietly at the door and listened for a while with his eyes closed. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he nodded slightly.
"I thought Miss Michel would keep at least one maid, but I didn't expect to take all of them away this time."
He said relaxedly, leaving the hat and cane in the clothing room behind the door, where the coats of the two girls were still hanging.
Hathaway shook her head slightly, expressing that she didn't know what was going on. But it doesn't matter, she has important things to ask.
"What happened on the last day of last year..."
"I heard that the son of the evil god... a divine creature actually appeared in our city. And I really didn't expect that the god of music you believe in would come down to earth directly. This is really surprising."
His original intention was to bring the topic to that mysterious "cousin", but Hathaway's words were obviously better:
"I also heard that the blockade of St. George's Avenue has a lot to do with that Son of Evil God."
The new [God of Lies] was involved in the matter of the Son of God, so it is impossible for his believers to be ignorant of this matter, and Jenkins has a good relationship with that group of people. Therefore, Hathaway deduced that his statement that he knew nothing about St. George's Street a few days ago was a complete lie.
"St. George's Street has something to do with the Son of God..."
He sat down holding the handle of the seat, put the chocolate on his lap, and slowly stroked its back:
"And... In fact, the Son of God was born on that street."
"Um?"
The woman frowned.
"And... right next door to me."
"Um?"
She stood up in surprise.
"And... I happened to be home when that happened."
Hathaway stopped using the interjection, she jumped up and pressed Jenkins' shoulder directly.
"You didn't say that last time."
Standing up she must be taller than Jenkins sitting down, so when looking at Jenkins, her head is lowered, and the ends of her hair inevitably fall and scratch Jenkins' cheeks.
"But this has nothing to do with me at all. I just didn't tell the truth because I was afraid that you would worry."
"But don't I worry about that?"
There was anger in the tone, which Jenkins believed was born of concern, and he knew lying was wrong.
The distance between the two is so close that even Jenkins can feel that it is strange to do so.
He flinched back in his chair to avoid touching Hathaway's face. The woman obviously noticed this too, she snorted, and then took the initiative to retreat.
"I know it's wrong to lie... but I really don't want to worry you too much."
He repeated again.
"It's good to know that someone will worry about you."
Hathaway said with some melancholy, Jenkins couldn't read her flickering eyes.
Sure enough, the benefactors in Nolan City already knew what happened on the last night of the end of the year, and Hathaway could even accurately say that the incident happened in an abandoned church outside the city.
But she did not disclose the identity of the cousin to Jenkins, and when Jenkins "accidentally" mentioned the woman, she also vaguely confused it. In fact, what Jenkins is most curious about is how the four false gods managed to prepare the saint's body so accurately and come to Nolan in advance, but it seems that no one will be able to answer this question.
Hathaway thanked Jenkins for the gift at the end of the year, but, as usual, warned him not to get too close to the believers of the God of Lies. She believes that since Jenkins has almost confirmed that he can inherit the position of Bishop Paro, it is the right way to focus on the development of the church.
"Perhaps you think that the bishop of the Orthodox Church is just a mortal position, not worthy of the benefactors to fight for. But in fact, having such an identity almost means that you will not be missed by any illegal benefactors. They don't have the guts."
Hathaway was right. If it weren't for the fact that he had become a god in front of him, becoming the bishop of the archdiocese would indeed be the brightest future Jenkins faced.
Recently, Jenkins has heard people talking about the Fabry scam on different occasions, and the Sage Church has also realized the cleverness of this method. People couldn't find Miss Fabri's in-depth analysis of this kind of deception, so they can only ask William who exposed the deception.
The girls in the clubs are also very interested in it, in fact, almost everyone is keen to talk about it now. After all, that Miss Fabbri, whom no one could find, had truly deceived tens of thousands of people by relying only on her "speaking skills". Some people believe that Miss Fabbri is real, while others think it is just a real phantom.
And all of this is determined by what Jenkins said. Now people are less concerned about his authorship than his views on this new type of fraud.
In the afternoon, Jenkins briefly left the club to go to the town hall, and when he returned, he was already a real young rich man with a huge sum of money. Even if he tried not to express his inner feelings, his excitement could be easily felt by Hathaway and Miss Michelle. But they understand this feeling. Anyone who suddenly gets more than five figures in gold pounds will not perform better than Jenkins.
According to Ms. Mihail's joking statement, Jenkins has now collected all the conditions such as "rich", "young", "single", "handsome", "successful in career", etc., which is really worthy of "communication" in the minds of young girls. object. Jenkins didn't have much reaction to this, but the more sensitive Hathaway read the unusual meaning in the sentence.
After returning to church in the evening, Jenkins went to see Fenny first. The girl appeared to be in good shape and, according to Miss Bevanna, it was a relief that no unusual curses had been found on her.
But what happened this morning also meant that apart from the missing George and Liverpool, the little girl really had no relatives in this world. Jenkins didn't know how to comfort her, so he spent one night sitting with the girl in the corridor of the courtyard watching the snow.
The action of her pursing her lips and grabbing the corner of Jenkins' clothes was very sad, but Jenkins was not good at comforting others, so they sat in the cold wind for nearly two hours, and did not go back until bedtime.
"Thank you, sir."
Before the corner parted, Fei Ni said so suddenly.
"No, it's nothing. If you encounter trouble in the future, you can always come to me."
Jenkins shook his head, touched the top of the girl's head—bad cat habit, and turned away.
The girl stood there watching Jenkins go away, lowered her head and drew the holy emblem of the sage on her chest. After doing this, she hesitated for a moment, clasped her fists in front of her chest, closed her eyes and drooped her head slightly:
"Sir, your kindness protected me, and your strength kept me alive. You are the embodiment of the benevolent, and you are the immortal great man."
Her level of education is not high, and most of her words of praise come from the religious scriptures of the church. Therefore, when praying for Jenkins, it is understandable to say these "outrageous" words, but fortunately, no second person can hear them.
That's a good start, because even informal prayers are prayers. The priesthood quietly sleeps in Jenkins' body, and this small and weak belief is nothing at present.
According to Jenkins' request, Mr. Augustus' estate paid him all in cash. After bidding farewell to the ladies at the club in the evening, the church specially sent someone to escort him back to the church. When Jenkins and Fenny parted, the boxes of banknotes were lying quietly in the corner of the room, waiting for the owner to open and check again and again.
"There's nothing more exciting than having a lot of banknotes in your bedroom."
This is the current thinking in immature Jenkins.
PS: I also feel a little watery. Unknowingly, I didn’t write anything in the past chapter, so this chapter is 3K.