Jenkins turned to see the writers, male and female, looking at him. It was a man with a mustache next to him who was talking, and he looked fake. Jenkins remembered that when he was introduced just now, he was the author of a best-selling novel called "Court Romance".
"Yes, hello."
replied politely.
"It's a great honor to meet you. Now your book is a real bestseller in Nolan City. If you haven't read the stories you wrote, you will be considered as not keeping up with the trend."
The man's tone was a bit artificial, but Jenkins didn't understand what he said, because he had been preoccupied with ritual spells recently.
"Really, then I am very honored. I didn't expect fairy tales to be so popular."
Jenkins laughed.
"I think that the fairy tales you wrote, besides being interesting to children, also contain a very simple educational meaning, even adults can gain something from reading them once. Also, those stories are very interesting, Really interesting!"
The woman wearing glasses praised without hesitation, and a gentleman wearing a blue bow tie beside her also nodded:
"This is definitely a pioneering innovation for fairy tales. In the past, fairy tale books on the market either wrote some very childish and ridiculous stories, or deliberately approached some big truths. Mr. William's story opened up a new one to a certain extent. The fairy tale mode, this time is the real fairy tale!"
Everyone's praise made Jenkins a little embarrassed, but when a few people spoke, they felt a little weird. Jenkins originally thought that it was because of the ignorance of literati, but later realized that the people who brought these people here might not have a good relationship with Miss Mihail or Miss Hesha.
Because of some preparation in advance, Jenkins can also insert a few words when talking about grammar issues, but when it comes to the latest bestseller or famous author, he can't mix a word.
"I'm really not used to this kind of occasion."
While thinking in his heart, he nodded to the man who was talking loudly, indicating that he thought what he said made sense.
"Mr. Williams, I heard that you are currently working as an apprentice in an antique shop?"
While everyone was talking, the man sitting beside Jenkins suddenly asked.
Everyone suddenly shut their mouths and looked at the two of them.
Jenkins raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth, and nodded, "Yes."
A meaningful smile appeared on the face of the man who asked the question. Jenkins thought he hadn't offended him, but he wasn't the type to be beaten passively.
"This is the job Bishop Parode introduced to me."
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Jenkins was the first to speak.
"Bishop Parode, the one from [Knowledge and Books] Church?"
The gentleman's smile froze.
"Yes."
Jenkins nodded, laughing in his heart that this person investigated his work in advance, but did not investigate clearly what was going on.
"Our whole family is a sage's believer. I have known Bishop Parode since I was a child when I went to church with my parents. Look, the brooch I am wearing now is a work gift from the bishop."
After finishing speaking, he raised his right hand and drew the square holy emblem of [Inheritance Sage] on his chest.
"Praise the sage, praise the goddess, may your brilliance illuminate the way forward for mankind."
A third of the writers sitting in a circle prayed with Jenkins.
Believers of [Inheritance Sage], because of the particularity of their beliefs and dogmas, can easily become scholars, writers and other professions, so it is not surprising that so many people pray together.
But even if they are not believers of sages, ordinary citizens have heard about the famous big figures in Nolan City, such as nobles, the gentlemen of the city hall, and the bishops of the major churches.
Therefore, even if they look down on the profession of "shop apprentice", no one dares to make irresponsible remarks on the job introduced by a bishop of an archdiocese, let alone judging from what Jenkins said, he has a very close relationship with the church .
"By the way, besides being a writer, what kind of work are you doing?"
Jenkins looked at the man with a shit-eating expression on his face, asked, and vowed in his heart that no matter what his answer was, he would disgust him once.
"Me? Oh, I, I, I, oh, I'm a professional writer..."
The man was taken aback, then admitted hesitantly, his face flushed with an expression of extreme shame.
"It doesn't seem like there's anything to be ashamed of."
Jenkins thought strangely in his heart, so why is this person behaving so strangely
Now that he had said that, the topic was off, and everyone started talking and laughing again.
Jenkins took advantage of this time to open the [Eye of Reality] and observed everyone in turn, but found that apart from Hathaway Hesha, the young people present did not have a gifter.
As for the bodyguards outside the room, two of them had light spots on their bodies.
The so-called evil spirits and ghosts also have spirits. But because of the particularity of the spirit body, unless it is very close, it will not appear in Jenkins' special vision.
He didn't feel that he would encounter a ghost this time, but he had to be careful.
Jenkins got up and said sorry to everyone, asked the servant for the location of the toilet, and walked along the corridor to the depths of the room. On the carriage coming here, Jenkins heard that this apartment is a real estate under the name of a certain salon participant. Because it is not in use, it can be used as a meeting place for everyone.
Jenkins, who is still looking for a cheap apartment, can only express envy in his heart.
As he walked, he observed the art paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor.
According to what he learned from his father, one or two of them should be real antiques. Although the value is not high, but being able to hang it in the corridor at will without any protection can also show how rich its owner is.
"Mr. Williams seems interested?"
A familiar female voice sounded from his side, and Jenkins turned his head to find the red-haired Miss Hertha standing beside him, looking up at the overly colorful oil painting of a knight wielding a sword and slashing a dragon. This should only be a modern handicraft, and this kind of material about hero legends is very common.
"Yes."
Jenkins cautiously agreed, "It's been a while since I learned from Father Oliver. This kind of oil painting is of little value and the cost of counterfeiting is very high. You can basically tell the authenticity at a glance."
"This kind of party is boring. I invited you here, but the two of us threw you aside." She asked shyly.
"It's also a great thing to get to know more colleagues."