It was only around ten o'clock when I left the church. Seeing that there was still some time before lunch, I took a carriage to the school where Professor Burns worked.
Arriving there just in time for school after noon, the janitor knew Jenkins and let him in, as he had given a lecture last year when the Fabry deception was revealed.
He lowered his head to prevent others from seeing his face, and because his body shape and temperament resembled a student's, he did not arouse suspicion from others. I successfully found the joint office of the Department of Archeology and Department of History of the School of History, but I did not see Professor Burns.
The old gentleman whose desk was next to the professor told Jenkins that the professor had a class in the morning and would not be back until twelve o'clock.
The last time I saw the professor was at the entrance of the newly painted office building. Jenkins waited impatiently and wanted to go directly to the classroom to wait. He saw the professor directing two young boys to carry some specimens.
The professor nodded to Jenkins, asked his students to carry those things to the office, and then led him along the path to the back of the building, stopping in a bush.
"Are you back? I heard that Miss Bevanna went to find you in the snow-capped mountains. You seem to be in some trouble."
It seems that what happened to Jenkins in the snow mountain is well known.
"It was indeed a bad trip. We met... Let's not talk about it. I don't want to think about those bad memories at all, although I still have to write the report."
He shook his head violently.
"Jenkins, fate has its own arrangements. Although some people think this statement is a negative attitude towards life, we are all givers and understand that the so-called fate does exist. Oh, what can I do for you?"
Only then did the professor remember to ask something serious.
"Yes, bought this month's Perspectives in Tropical Medicine when I went to the post office this morning, and this month's party is tomorrow night. But I have something else to do on Sunday, so you can do it yourself this time, though I think… "
"I understand. I will pass on the news from Mr. Corpse to you. The city of Nolan is really in chaos recently. I hope that gentleman can give us some effective suggestions."
Sunday night also coincided with the Mr. Hood party, and what Jenkins had been dreading for so long finally happened—the two parties collided. After weighing it in his heart, he resolutely gave up going to see Mr. Corpse.
That demigod bestower and that weird abandoned hospital have always put him under a lot of pressure.
When Jenkins gave his new book to the professor, the professor also gave Jenkins a small gift in return, as well as thanks for his speech at the school late last year.
The gift was a heavy red square box, which was originally thought to be made of wood, but judging from the touch, it turned out to be made of stone.
"B-06-4-2207, Gift Box for the Lonely. This is a multi-existence transcendence that anyone could dig up below sea level. Open it during a festival defined by human society, or Open it at a time of special significance to the owner, and you will receive a small gift. The volume of the gift must be smaller than this small box, but the contents are completely random. It may be a small piece of sweet bread, or a value Liancheng's special item."
"This is too expensive, isn't it?"
Jenkins wants to give it back to the professor.
"Although it is rare, most of the things that can be opened by this thing are ordinary things, and the value is not high."
The professor shook his head and asked Jenkins not to refuse: "But I want to remind you that although the things after opening are gifts, the scaring gifts are also gifts. Its danger level is 4, because someone once opened it and was caught by the A-11- 02-3488, [Mister Mischief's Prank Bomb] blew up, so be careful. Take it, you'll like it."
Even if the professor said that the value of this item is not high, it is still a numbered item. If it is sold on the black market, the reserve price will never be lower than 10 pounds.
Seeing the refusal, Jenkins accepted it, and planned to give the professor a big gift in return on the next holiday.
Before leaving school, the cat reminded Jenkins to go to lunch. With the cat by his side, Jenkins will probably never miss a meal.
They ate together at a restaurant by the Westminster River, and although it was their first visit to the restaurant, the food was very much like Jenkins.
It's just that the price is a bit expensive. With Jenkins' net worth, he still feels sorry for his wallet when he checks out. While counting the money in my pocket and thinking about how much to tip, I heard the guests at the next table talking about the Joel Bridge not far from here, so I planned to go to see how the repairs were going there.
He also had his own plans in the afternoon. Before leaving Nolan, his father, Robert Williams, had already planned the mining investment for him. One of the letters I received this morning was from Privet Drive. Robert probably learned about Jenkins’ return today at the church, so he invited another investor and the owner and manager of the silver mine to go to Privet Drive together. Road to sign the contract.
The meeting was at two o'clock in the afternoon, so he still had some time to wander around the neighborhood.
It has been a while since the Joel Bridge was damaged. Although the Nolan City Hall is not known for its efficiency, it still treats such an important urban infrastructure with care.
When Jenkins strolled along the low wall of the street to the bridge, he saw that the bridge had resumed traffic. It's just that there are still metal pipe fittings and frame plates on the pier near one end. It should take nearly two days to complete the repair here.
He walked to the bridge on foot, threw a silver coin to the begging woman at the bridge entrance, and stopped in the middle of the bridge and stood by the bridge to look at the distance of the frozen river. According to the experience of previous years, the unblocking of the river will probably be in the first ten days of March. After that, the boats will resume the grand occasion until another winter arrives.
This time, I didn't meet any acquaintances during my casual wandering, and I came to Privet Drive on time to meet my partner. Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, the contract was signed smoothly.
Jenkins officially invested 30,000 pounds in a large silver mine in the Norland Mountains, accounting for 3% of the shares, and the estimated annual return is 60,000 pounds.
The high return does not mean that this is a scam. There are two main reasons for such a generous investment. One is Jenkins' status at this time. His shareholding means that once the silver mine encounters some kind of trouble, he may be able to get help from the Church of the Sages; the other is Robert's efforts. to such a good opportunity.
In this respect, Jenkins is the real privileged class.