Everyone involved in the matter of Blizzard Mountain Villa has more or less influence. And once Earl Quick wants to do something, everyone will definitely respond strongly.
"I still don't know the moment when Quick became the bestower, but judging from the current situation, it has nothing to do with the Quick family. It's really interesting. Now the perpetrator has become a victim, but I, the only truth, can't tell it .Maybe the relatives of the perpetrators will take revenge on the victims because of this, and the victims will even think that this is justified revenge.”
Jenkins couldn't help but sigh as he thought about the ridiculousness. But now is definitely not a good opportunity, because Miss Bevanna is right in front of her eyes.
He still remembers the prank in front of the hot spring, so when the fighting class begins, he still has scruples.
The two of them definitely couldn't wear thick cotton clothes for sports. When Chi/Guo's arms touched, he hesitated. But seeing that Miss Bevanna looked normal, she blamed herself for thinking too much.
After returning from the trip, it seems that the strange people who are active in Nolan City have disappeared. The daytime on Tuesday was also a calm day. Apart from hearing from his father that the gangsters in the dock area had suddenly launched high-profile operations since yesterday, nothing happened that deserved Jenkins' attention.
In fact, those gangsters don't need to worry, they are just a group of ordinary people. According to the information obtained by Dad, in the aftermath of the vampire incident, one of their important umbrellas was captured and detained by the Orthodox Church, which led to other forces coveting the profits of the dock area. Even without Stilwell Yard taking action, those eyeing the sweet buns will take care of themselves.
In the afternoon, Aunt Sally from the store next door came to the antique store to exchange some change with Dad, and talked about the tax issue on Fifth Queen's Road. Aunt Sally's shop is a little shorter than Papa's, but definitely more native to the street than the others.
Taxes were not so complicated a few decades ago, but today's various taxes make these small shopkeepers often complain. Even someone like Dad, who doesn't live off the income of an antique store, often talks to Jenkins about taxes that get heavier every year.
As for the whereabouts of taxes, it is very interesting. On the one hand, the three kingdoms are not as peaceful as Jenkins imagined, and military expenditures account for a huge proportion; New administrative orders were issued for governance, but the effectiveness of those administrative orders is not much different from last year's air protection bill, and there is no effect at all.
Dad got off work a little earlier today because he was going to the city hall to report and register for the store's business for the new year, and at the same time asked about the store's tax refund. Jenkins still remembered that he had not found a gift in the abandoned cemetery, so after saying goodbye to his father, he went directly to the suburbs of Nolan.
Compared with coming here last month, the scenery seems to be fixed at that point in time and has not changed. Stepping on the deep snow, one foot and one shallow foot pushed open the broken fence gate of the cemetery, which was only used for decoration. In the corner, Mr. Clark's parts and the body of Mr. Dagger were still lying there.
After confirming this, I feel more at ease, and turn around to go to the underground secret room to take a look, but find another person walking in the distance.
No, it wasn't a person, at least not until Jenkins got closer. It was just the skeleton of a human corpse, with worn pieces of cloth hanging on its body. It stepped on the snow and walked into the abandoned cemetery, walking back and forth in the park as if it didn't notice Jenkins.
"Meow~"
Chocolate means it doesn't like this stuff.
After coming to this fantasy world, it was the first time that Jenkins saw this "common" undead creature.
It's strange that the one in front of me appears here, because apart from the corpse that was born with the dagger over there, there is no corpse in the cemetery that can revive the undead. It was even less likely to be part of the Augustus family cemetery on the other side of the hill, that ancient cemetery with the blessing of death. Unless the powerful spirit of life intervenes after the corpse is transported out of the cemetery, the corpse will be buried forever.
Jenkins and the cat watched the skeleton walk in the cemetery as if no one was there, as if they wanted to measure the land. The bones that make up it present a tough ancient gray color, and every bone is complete and clean. On the surface of the bone, there are looming runes floating around like water droplets, and a light gray mass is wrapped inside its skull, which is the soul fragment that drives the body's actions.
In Jenkins' eyes, the skeleton's body surface was extremely thin black, and it was difficult to tell where it came from. Although he knew that investigating this thing in depth would cause trouble, this time he was willing to take the initiative:
"This land belongs to me!"
A penny-pinching antique shop apprentice who doesn't allow anything out of the ordinary to appear on his land.
He originally wanted to hide his figure and follow the skeleton, but it didn't seem to have vision, and it didn't stop even though it passed Jenkins.
After turning around in the cemetery, the skeleton stopped next to the mound where the dead body of Dagger was buried. But after staying for less than half a minute, he turned and left to continue walking.
Judging from the footprints on the snow, it has set foot in almost every corner here, and then left from the fence gate, walking towards the distance along the way it came.
"let's go!"
This sentence was said to Chocolate, but in fact Chocolate has always been on Jenkins' shoulders, so this sentence is not necessary at all.
One person and one cat used a camouflaged image and fur color to adorn the skull from a distance, watching it walk away from Nolan. After going forward for about half an hour, I arrived at a dead forest where Jenkins had never been.
It was winter now, and the leafless branches stretched out in all directions like the withered fingers of a witch. Jenkins is taller, so he had to lower his head and use his hands to push away the dead branches. This also caused the snow on the branches to fall down into his hair and neck, but fortunately his fingers were not injured.
There is a small open space in the middle of this dry forest, and the skeleton will not move when he walks there. Jenkins leaned on the tree trunk to expose his sideways and observed in the distance, but saw the skeleton suddenly turn around, and the black eye sockets were aimed at him.
"I... don't care... who you are..."
Its voice was intermittent, like an old man who was dying. But the tone was more like fingernails on glass, and goosebumps rose on Jenkins' arms.