Jenkins shook his head, changed the subject, and mentioned another thing: "But some people don't seem happy about my presence."
"Yeah?"
Miss Hesha was taken aback, with a bit of surprise on her face, she guessed in a low voice: "Are you jealous of your talent? I heard that your books have been sold like crazy in the city recently, almost to the point where there is no market for any price. .”
"is that so?"
Jenkins smiled embarrassedly, while guessing how much money he could make, and at the same time felt amused by the noble lady who was pretending to be a weak girl.
Being able to become a benefactor, having seen so many strange abilities and rituals, how could it be possible to still maintain such a character
While talking, he quietly opened the [Eye of Reality] to observe the other party, trying to find out the magical items possessed by the other party.
But he just blinked his eyes and used psychological hints to activate the ability, and Miss Hesha screamed softly, and took a few steps back with her chest in her arms.
"What's wrong?"
He quickly turned off his ability.
"I don't know either."
The girl looked around nervously, and the servants in the distance heard the voice and came over, "It feels like something is looking at me just now, it's a bad feeling... Mr. Williams, can I trouble you to send me back to the living room, There have been rumors of ghosts everywhere recently, and I'm a little scared... "
There was some inexplicable blush on her face, and she didn't know if she was really shy or her acting skills were superb.
Jenkins agreed to her request very gentlemanly, and at the same time, he knew in his heart that this girl probably had a very sensitive intuition, and he activated his ability in front of her, so he was noticed by accident, and it seemed that he had to be careful in the future.
But fortunately, she didn't realize that the culprit was right in front of her eyes.
It was around eight o'clock, and Jenkins was standing in front of the window, talking about the fairy tales he wrote with a few ladies whose names he didn't remember. Whenever Jenkins said that the Little Mermaid disappeared into bubbles, the noble ladies would be amazed in a low voice.
"I don't really like the story."
Miss Michel and Miss Hesha, who were holding wine glasses, also came over. Although the girls who had talked with Jenkins before were still laughing, they were a little reserved.
"Why? Because it's a tragedy?"
Jenkins asked.
He was also holding an exquisite goblet, but he was just pretending, but he didn't take a sip of the red wine in the glass:
"But life is not always a comedy. After so many happy endings, I always have to write something different."
"is that so?"
Miss Michel winked at him, "From this story, I also read your warning to children: Don't believe in love with men lightly."
Jenkins was out of breath and nearly coughed.
Smiled lightly: "Everyone has different understandings, it's normal."
"Mr. Williams, have you ever considered writing a book about the love of a prince and a princess?"
Seeing that the conversation between Jenkins and Britney Mihail came to an end, the girl who was talking with Jenkins asked a little excitedly.
"This, um, is still under consideration."
He didn't dare to say enough, he knew his own level, the story was easy to think of, but the writing was still a bit poor.
The host of this reading salon is the third son of the duke mentioned above. He coughed to signal everyone's attention.
"Everyone, first of all, thank you for participating in this gathering. I feel extremely honored for your presence."
His name Jenkins didn't remember clearly, Wellington? Wellington? Hui Gensi
"Since it is a reading salon, we have to do something related. How about this? It just so happens that so many young great writers have been invited to this party. Why not set a theme and tell a short story on the spot in turn? How about it?"
Naturally, no one objected to his proposal. This matter should have been arranged in advance, and everyone was prepared.
"Well, since everyone agrees, let's get started!"
"etc!"
A young man in stockings and with foundation on his face asked, "Since there are so many people participating, there must be a prize, right?"
This kind of dress is the most fashionable now and is quite influential among young people. And the old-fashioned gentleman's dress like Jenkins tonight will be considered outdated by some people.
"It's a symptom of the sickness of the times."
Jenkins thought so in his heart, and at the same time identified him as the fan of the third son of the Duke.
"It makes sense!"
Wellington, or Mr. Huygens made an exaggerated sound, and then he took out a beautiful gemstone earring from his pocket and held it up, as expected.
"Then it's up to me to make a splash. This earring will be given as a gift to the person who can tell the best story tonight."
There were a few slight exclamations from the crowd, but Jenkins thought that this time it shouldn't be Thor, because the embellishment on the earring was an extremely rare solid-color orange gemstone.
"I still don't want to be in the limelight, keep a low profile."
He thought so in his heart, and lowered his head lightly. But feeling a little bit suspicious, he blinked, only to see a faint yellow light appearing on the gemstone.
"Since you came here with Miss Michel and Miss Hesha, you can't lose their face. This is the real gentleman's demeanor."
Jenkins said to himself in his heart, raised his head, and smiled freely.
In order to make the atmosphere more suitable, everyone directed the servants to close the curtains, extinguished the candles in the chandelier above the head and the gas lamps on the wall, and lit the fireplace again.
Spread a cashmere carpet in front of the fireplace, arrange sofas and rocking chairs in a semicircle in front of the carpet, and gentlemen and ladies take their seats.
Miss Michael and Miss Hessa sat beside Jenkins.
"Mr. Williams, are you confident of winning?"
The shy Miss Hesha asked in a low voice.
Jenkins nodded slightly, and squeezed his bow tie with his right hand: "Please don't worry, look at mine!"
"Then it's up to me, Daniel Wellington, to decide on the subject."
The young duke's son had a charming smile on his face. He looked at the people who looked at him one by one, and finally looked at Jenkins.
"Although summer is coming to an end, it is a kind of elegance to sit around the fireplace and tell ghost stories on such a quiet night. So, let's set the theme this time as horror stories!"
The corners of Jenkins' mouth hooked into a small smile.
He could feel that everyone around him was looking at him. After all, he was writing fairy tales, and no matter how he looked at it, the theme was aimed at him.
But so what
Miss Michael seemed to have something to say on this subject, but Jenkins quietly held her back, smiled, and signaled not to worry.