According to the information received so far, the daring murderer has escaped from Nolan City, so Jenkins has not been involved in this incident for the time being, and his father just notified him of such an incident.
Jenkins was still pondering whether the so-called "Reaper" refers to [the end of death], and the old man took out a reddish-brown cane from behind the counter.
"This is for you."
He handed the handle to Jenkins, and Jenkins took it. It was very ordinary in shape, but it felt more like metal.
"I already have one, it still cost 3..."
"This is a piece of [Extraordinary]."
Jenkins froze for a moment, and opened the [Eye of Reality] in a blink of an eye, and the whole cane emitted a red light.
"B-12-5-7102, [Spiritual Body Strike Cane], no need for any means, as long as it hits it, it can cause damage to the spiritual body, and ordinary people can also use it."
Dad said to himself.
"My birthday seems to have passed, right?"
Jenkins was momentarily puzzled.
"The strange scene from last time."
The old man sighed, "You saved me, didn't you give up a gold grain that can turn things into gold? This is compensation."
"no, I'm fine."
Jenkins quickly shied away. Oliver's father is sincerely treating him well and has taught him a lot of knowledge, so there is no need to calculate so clearly.
"I told you to take it and put it away. Dad has a lot of good things."
He glared at Jenkins, "Its effect can easily disperse ordinary spirits, and it can also cause damage to evil spirits. It is more effective than ordinary requiem charms."
Jenkins could only accept it.
The carriage sent by Mademoiselle Michael arrived punctually at five-thirty.
It was an ordinary black carriage, and the driver sitting in the front was wearing a gray coat and beckoned Jenkins to come up.
Holding a cane, he thought that Miss Michael would be waiting for him at the venue of the salon, but after getting in the car, he found that she and the red-haired Hathaway Hessa were inside.
"Long time no see, Miss Hesha. Good afternoon, Miss Michel."
"Hello, Mr. Williamette."
"Good day, Mr. Williamette."
After Jenkins sat down, the carriage moved forward slowly. The two girls sitting opposite him were both wearing blue skirts of very similar styles, tied around the waist with a wide white belt, showing a good figure, with long golden and red hair pinned on one left and one right. Needle.
"Couple outfit?"
Jenkins only dared to think about this sentence in his heart. Seeing that the atmosphere in the carriage was a little silent, he took the initiative to ask:
"I don't know what activities are going on today, do you want to exchange reading experience?"
He specially prepared for this in advance. Although it won't be very brilliant, it must not be ashamed.
"No."
Miss Hesha's eyes were rolling, and Miss Mihail was holding her arm, her face was flushed from shyness.
"Actually, everyone will invite some familiar writers to the party tonight. We couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while, so we asked you to come... I'm sorry."
"It turned out that a group of rich kids were having a party when they had nothing to do, and these two just dragged themselves to make up for it."
Only then did Jenkins understand.
"It's okay, but I still don't know what to do tonight."
"It's like one of those boring gatherings where people casually chat about recent anecdotes and exchange interesting things."
Only then did Miss Michel speak, and she smiled softly:
"Mr. Williams probably wouldn't like such boring things. I think you are also the kind of person who hates social gatherings and loves work and writing."
This boast made Jenkins a little embarrassed.
"Sorry to invite you to such a boring party."
She nodded slightly and apologized, "But our friends, some of you are fans of your books, I think you should be happy to communicate with them."
Her tone of voice was a bit strange, and she didn't know what she was thinking with a half-smile expression.
As the carriage moved forward slowly, the sky outside gradually darkened, and dim clouds and smog shrouded the sky above the city. The workers after work walked along the street and approached the alley, and the gentlemen and ladies gathered together, talking and laughing as they walked on the stone road.
A little flower girl almost ran into the carriage, the coachman yelled loudly, Miss Hesha smiled apologetically at Jenkins.
Originally, he was still wondering why the two noble ladies went out alone so late. After getting out of the carriage, Jenkins noticed that there was an identical black carriage behind them. Out came four young women dressed as maids, one of whom was almost twice as tall as Jenkins.
"A bit hot on the eyes."
Jenkins complained in his heart, straightened the hem of his clothes that had been wrinkled due to sitting for a long time, tapped the path under his feet with his cane, and followed the two ladies in front up the steps. door.
After a while, a middle-aged maid wearing a hair accessory opened the door, greeted Britney Mikhail and Hathaway Hertha respectfully, and said hello to Jenkins, and led the The three walked into the house.
As for the maids behind, come in later.
Several young people have come to the living room of the apartment. They are about the same age as the two noble girls, and they are all well-dressed and stylish. After a few greetings, they began to introduce each other.
With a smile on his face, Jenkins shook hands with everyone. Everyone here seems to have read the fairy tales he wrote, and everyone can talk about a certain story when they talk. A young girl with too much makeup on her face even scratched Jenkins' palm between handshakes.
The great writers who were also invited were also very enthusiastic. Their general characteristics are that they are very young and handsome. Although Jenkins has never heard of all the books they wrote, they also pretend to be "admired for a long time". Although he is not good at socializing, he still understands basic etiquette.
Of course, he thought that none of the people present looked younger than him.
After the formulaic mutual introduction, Jenkins noticed that most of the guests here were the sons of nobles, and even one was the third son of the duke; of course, there were also merchant families, only two.
"Have the great aristocrats and the emerging bourgeois forces differentiated to this extent? Or is it purely a coincidence?"
Thinking about this, Jenkins found a random place to sit down, only to find that the invited writers were sitting together, while Miss Michael and Miss Hessa were talking to their friends on the other side.
"Are you Mr. Williams, the author of Stranger's Fairy Tale?"
There were some fruits and snacks on the table. After Jenkins thanked the maid for the black tea, he heard the people around him ask.
PS: It is expected that the book friend group will be opened when it is put on the shelves, which is the group of the last book. There are still dozens of people left, including the pigeons who signed up for the luck test party and the running group (the pigeon has been around for a long time).