After explaining about the blank playing cards, Miss Audrey got up to see off the guests. But it's not yet nine o'clock, and usually their classes will go on until late at night.
"Okay, thanks for your help."
Jenkins nodded while standing up and hugging the sleeping cat. Chocolate opened one eye to look at the man, then closed it and squirmed.
"I'll see you next week, then."
His eyes were still looking at the cards tightly held by the woman in his hands.
"See you next week."
Miss Audrey responded.
She stood in the hall and watched as the maid opened the door for Jenkins and led him to the fence at the yard gate. Then he walked to the window and watched the figure of the man walk towards the carriage with kerosene lamps hanging on the street.
"Hermit~"
She groaned, holding the card in her hands and covering her chest, with tears in her eyes.
"Finally see hope... Write your destiny."
She closed her eyes, leaned her forehead against the cold glass, and said nothing for a long time.
Even though Miss Audrey's last behavior was very puzzling, the result of the divination greatly inspired Jenkins.
After being busy moving throughout the day on Sunday, St. George's Street, which was lifted from the blockade, finally welcomed the residents here. Jenkins' neighbors, the Goodmans, are also back. While chatting with neighbors, Jenkins found that he was known to have bought Lady Margaret's house as an act of generosity and kindness.
"After all, that poor murdered woman had no savings or relatives. If you hadn't bought that house, she probably wouldn't even have a decent cemetery."
There is an indescribable sense of excitement when I return to my own house. The window that was broken that night has been repaired by the church, so the house looks as tidy and warm as before.
Even the chocolate showed excitement, jumping back and forth on two metal blocks while Jenkins was wondering what to do with the watermelon in the fruit bowl.
Miss Michael and Hathaway, who came to visit, couldn't help laughing at the appearance of the kitten playing. No one could imagine what the cat's real purpose was.
On Sunday night, seeing off his friends, Jenkins stood in front of the living room window, clutching his pocket watch, looking out. Although there is still some snow on the ground, the sky has completely cleared up, but I don't know why the fog has not dissipated for a week. He is really worried about the health of the people living here.
In the distance came the bell of the bell tower, and at the same time there was a slight sound behind him. He didn't look back, letting the light of the gas lamp cast his shadow on the opposite wall.
"I think everything will be fine."
Alexia whispered in his ear.
"hope so."
From the name [Hammerhead Street], you can know what kind of people are active here. During the day, the street is usually very lively, with a steady stream of pedestrians and guests of all colors. But at night, except for the occasional light in the apartment that will shine through the curtains, there is no gleam of brilliance here.
Hammerhead Street is not part of the city's main thoroughfares and is currently not eligible for street lighting. The streets are paved with gravel, and although it's hard to walk on, it's better than worse dirt roads.
Tonight's moon is still unable to penetrate the fog layer, so the small figure that appeared at the intersection is very difficult to spot. It was a man with a mature face but an extremely thin body. If you looked at it from a distance, you would think it was a child, but in fact people usually called it a "dwarf".
He has only occasionally thinning brown hair on the top of his head, and occasionally opens his mouth to reveal two large front teeth. While walking along the street wall, he looked around furtively. Once this appearance was seen by the police, he would definitely be carefully interrogated.
He held a hemp rope in his hand, behind which hung a small sled. The sound of the sled gliding on the snow was low and inaudible, and only occasionally when it hit a protruding stone would it suddenly change its direction. At this time, the dwarf holding it would curse out dirty words in a low voice.
The sled was piled high with packages like a hill, fastened firmly with cables. Of course, the dwarf knew what these deadly things were. Once discovered, it would probably be executed by the Orthodox Church on the spot, but fortunately, this neighborhood is safe for the time being.
13 Hammerhead Street is not far away, and the steeple of that building is easily recognizable among the nearby flat-roofed houses. Once again, he was delighted that the mission had gone well, and he planned which bar he should go for a drink in a while.
"Ahem~"
He was startled by the sudden sound from the side of the street, and then he noticed that because he was distracted, he didn't notice a tall man standing in the shadows.
The oil lamp under the man's feet suddenly lit up, reflecting that ordinary face. He also held a blood-red rose in his right hand, and he could faintly smell blood in the flower.
"Hi, Good Evening."
The man took the initiative to greet the dwarf.
The dwarf snorted and saw that there was no shadow under his feet, and then looked at the flower in the man's hand with slightly greedy eyes. Although I don't know what it is, but I think it must be made of extremely high-quality blood.
"It's also infected."
The dwarf made a conclusion in his heart. Even though he had never seen this face, since they both had the same power, they must not be members of the church.
"Is there anything? I have to deliver something."
he asked in a hoarse voice, sounding like his throat had been sandpapered.
"I have received an order that no one is allowed to approach the 13th tonight. The adults have important ceremonies to be held."
The man on the street replied, the beautiful oil lamp under his feet was shaking due to the night wind.
"I haven't received any news."
The dwarf replied slowly, but had already stopped advancing.
"It's normal. If everyone had to be notified of anything, then the church dogs would have already smelled the blood here."
This sentence is full of irony, as if the dwarf in front of him is not high enough. Although he was angry, he accepted this explanation. After all, some ordinary people who had newly gained power were so arrogant.
"But what about these things, I think the grown-ups on the 13th will be very angry if they don't have these for breakfast."
Stubby fingers point to something on the sled.
"Just stay here."
the man answered.
"Then how should I trust you?"
asked the dwarf again.
"You just need to know that I can kill you."
As he said that, from the heart of the blood rose held by the man, blood flowed out like a spring. The corner of the dwarf's eyes trembled. The person who can control the blood like this must be one of his own.
PS: Push the book "Lord Lord's Harem Growth Diary", author: Rhapsody.
Legend has it that a certain lord is not only merciful everywhere, but also hides several beautiful wives in his home.
"Master Walker, where are you, fresh milk has been brought to you."
"Master Walker, just take a little bit today, it won't hurt you anymore, just take a little bit."
"Master Walker, you promised to help us wipe our wings yesterday. We have already learned the posture, why don't you come out and hum!"
"Master Walker, just the two of us tonight, let's go for a run together!"
...
Walker was panting and hiding in the corner. At this time, his heart was very complicated, and he didn't dare to cry even if he wanted to cry.
Elf girl, vampire slave, dragon sister, cat-eared loli, werewolf, angel, mermaid girl...
I'm just a very ordinary lord, can someone teach me how to make them completely give up thinking about me!