After receiving this large sum of money, Jenkins did not forget to "repay" the embezzled 10,000 pounds. Of course, the external excuse is donations. Although he was unwilling to publicize this matter with great fanfare, after all, he thought it was disgraceful, but the troublemaker still found a reporter and recorded the moment when he donated 9,999 pounds with photos.
Considering that the way to donate money is through the church, and there is no possibility of embezzlement or embezzlement, Jenkins quietly put another one-pound gold coin in the suitcase to make up the donated money to a total of 10,000 pounds.
"So I didn't take a single penny in the matter."
He said to himself that although he didn't feel that his character had been sublimated, he still thought he was an upright person.
It was still snowing Friday morning, and it was still dark. The quality of the air was obviously not suitable for travel, and a strong odor filled the air. This probably has nothing to do with the power of the Son of God, it seems that the air quality laws are not fully enforced.
In the morning, he visited the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe with Miss Michael and Hathaway. Mr. Nellie was very satisfied with the first version of the opera script submitted by Jenkins.
The afternoon was spent in the warm and comfortable club. The overly soft chairs made Jenkins drowsy. In fact, he did fall asleep again, but he did not have any strange dreams.
The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Miss Michel looked away from the book in her hand and tilted her head to look at Jenkins' sleeping face.
After a while, she stood up and walked to Hathaway next to the desk, put her finger on her lips to signal her not to speak, and then beckoned her out of the room together.
The cat on Jenkins' lap looked at them with one eye, wagged its tail and closed it again.
"Is something wrong, Britney?"
There was no one in the corridor, and the two stood at the window talking. Outside was the fluttering snowflakes, and inside the window was the restless Miss Michel.
"Winter travel starts next week."
She didn't dare to look into Hathaway's eyes. Although she still hadn't made up her mind about the choice her father made, she had decided not to let go of such an opportunity. It is better for one person to be free than for both to fall into the abyss. But this means that among the two people in the corridor now, there must be one with the man in the room...
"Yeah, how's the clothes going? I remember last year you forgot an important suitcase and ended up... not bringing enough and ended up wearing it..."
As Hathaway spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller. She frowned slightly, and looked at the blonde girl standing opposite:
"What, Britney, is there a problem with this trip?"
"No, fine, I just wanted to say..."
Miss Mihaile finally made up her mind to raise her head, and bravely looked into Hathaway's eyes:
"I just want to say that this trip will be a great opportunity to make friends with Jenkins..."
"what are you saying?"
It was very rare that Hathaway took the initiative to interrupt Miss Michael, and she had never done so before.
"Jenkins is already our friend, and I think even his cat knows that. Britney, what are you trying to say?"
Realizing that her tone was a bit harsh, she stretched out her hand as she spoke, and brushed aside the hair in front of the forehead for the somewhat embarrassed blond girl.
Miss Mihail's body twitched, and she stretched out her hands weakly to put on the red-haired girl's shoulders:
"No, I'm just saying... It's important for our future to have the support of a friend in a position of power. Yes, I mean that."
Hathaway didn't respond, she leaned forward a little, and Miss Michel immediately hugged her knowingly.
The two hugged each other quietly like this, and they didn't separate until a strange sound came from downstairs.
"Hai Wei, maybe I'm a little sensitive, yes, I shouldn't have strange views on Jenkins."
She apologized softly.
"No need to apologize, you are also for our future."
Hathaway responded softly, seeing that her lover's smile was forced.
She knew very well that it was impossible for Jenkins to take the initiative to do anything to Brienne, and the meaning she revealed just now was weird no matter how you thought about it, like a test.
"What exactly happened here?"
There was no need to tell Jenkins this brief conversation, and she decided to investigate herself:
"Yes, since this passage did not come from the original intention, and it is impossible for Jenkins to take any action, then the result may only be—Marquis Mihail!"
In the evening, he saw the middleman clown in the black market. He regretfully told Jenkins that there was no news about the Millennium Tree Heart that he entrusted to find last time, and Jenkins still needed to wait patiently. But he wasn't in a hurry, because he didn't need that potion at the moment, he just simply maintained great curiosity.
When she saw the Huntress, she looked a little tired. Jenkins hoped that this had nothing to do with his commission, otherwise the woman would be beating around the bush and asking for a price increase.
"I hope your investigation is worth the five-figure commission fee."
He reached for the paper bag on the desk, which was much thinner than Jenkins had expected.
"You can rest assured that because of your unlucky commission, I haven't taken another business this week. I have to say, I misjudged the troublesomeness of this matter from the beginning. I seem to have been unlucky lately, that's terrible Miss Fabbri has cost me twelve shillings!"
Jenkins will never make any comments on this matter.
"Don't tell me that you were discovered by those horrible alien species during the investigation."
"No, I don't think so. It's just that during the investigation, we encountered difficult things one after another, as if someone knew about your commission and blocked it in a targeted manner, but fortunately everything went well in the end."
Jenkins was not surprised by what the huntress pointed out. The vampire held the almost omniscient mirror in his hand, so he could naturally foresee the danger in advance by asking. But it's a pity that the Huntress' investigation was commissioned by Jenkins. After possessing the priesthood of [lie], the "omniscience" of the mirror is even more insensitive to things involving Jenkins.
Therefore, they know that someone is investigating, but they don't know who is using what method.
"City East District, Apartment 13, Hammerhead Street."
He skipped the investigation process and went straight to the final conclusion.
"Yes, it is certain that the source of the flu is here. I don't know if they are the alien species you are looking for, but this unusual flu in winter did flow out of this family first."