While the two were talking, the group of acquaintances who had just passed by the door had gone away. Jenkins stared blankly at the rest of the cup in front of him, then nodded.
"Yes, sir."
He really had no reason to concern himself with other troublesome matters.
They sat in the cafe until 11:17 in the morning, during which they chatted endlessly about the origin of coffee, the barriers of the middle class, the development of the steam industry, the relationship between the kingdom's decree and the urban environment.
Seeing that Jenkins is surprisingly sensitive to political issues, the old man said jokingly:
"Perhaps you could make a very good king."
"I don't want to be a king. It's really tiring. How can I be more comfortable than my current life?"
The old man smiled and said nothing, shook his head and called the waiter to come over, and ordered some food for the two of them.
The train was delayed because of snowstorms along the way that covered the tracks in an avalanche of hills. Even during the period when the train was forced to stop, a series of appalling incidents took place in the VIP compartment of the train. This included cultists, outlaw groups, and some boons who came out of nowhere, but thankfully they were all sorted out by a detective in the VIP car.
These things were told to the two by the Sage Church team they saw just now, and Jenkins and Dad ran into them again when they were going to pick up the goods. The team came here to meet the team that went earlier, and to escort the prisoners and ordinary people who knew about it.
Dad looked very happy that nothing was wrong, and kept telling Jenkins that it was a good thing he had stopped some young man's curiosity just now.
"Well... what does this matter have to do with me?"
Jenkins is very puzzling.
In short, after those strange things are resolved, the two still have business to do. Dad's goods were in the back compartment, and he directed the workers to carry them, and it took a lot of effort to find the carriage to pull the goods. By the time all the goods were placed in the warehouse and Jenkins picked up the sealed mahogany box, it was almost evening.
The sky was gloomy, and even the sunset glow in the sky was hard to see. Neither he nor his father had lunch, and the hungry two found a nearby restaurant to eat. Jenkins took the chocolates and followed the waiter to pick up the menu, while the old man covered the box with his overcoat, told another waiter passing by to watch over it, and then borrowed the restaurant's toilet.
With Dad's prudence, it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing on weekdays. But there might be something wrong with the drink in the coffee shop in the morning, he just couldn't help it.
Three minutes later, the two came back at the same time, but the box under the coat disappeared. The waiter was ordering food for others just now, when he turned around, his face immediately turned pale.
"Sir, this..."
This is a relatively high-end restaurant, and the restaurant has the responsibility to take care of the customers' finances. The waiter was so nervous that he couldn't speak. The manager of the restaurant on the other side saw that there was trouble here and walked over quickly:
"Gentlemen, may I ask here..."
"I've been near the front door and no one has come out of the restaurant during this time. Is there another door here?"
Jenkins interrupted the middle-aged man in a black formal suit very rudely, and the young writer's face turned red, that thing must not be thrown away. The manager knew that something was missing, so he answered very quickly:
"Yes, there's a back door, but it's through the kitchen. It can't be ours, sir..."
Before he finished speaking, Jenkins and his father chased in the direction of the kitchen. The chef originally stopped them from entering, but Jenkins glared at him, his scalp was numb and he almost screamed out.
The kitchen is very large and the noise of cooking can mask the sound of footsteps. If you are lucky, it is indeed possible to pass here without being discovered.
Jenkins and Dad walked through the cooking fumes to the backyard. Kitchen waste was piled up in the corner, and construction waste was uniformly placed under the courtyard wall. The back door was locked, so Jenkins stepped on the bricks and climbed out.
"There are footprints!"
He reminded that Dad rolled over at this time too. Behind the restaurant is a narrow alley, because few people pass by, so the snowfall of the previous few days has paved a smooth silver blanket. And now this "blanket" has a string of footprints extending far away and disappearing around the front corner.
"He must not open it, what's inside is..."
Jenkins said nervously, chasing forward with his father. Turning around the entrance of the alley is another remote alley, and a figure can be vaguely seen lying on the snow in the distance.
"Oh, he opened it, may the sage bless him!"
The old man said quickly and drew the holy emblem, and walked forward carefully with Jenkins covering his eyes. Then according to the blurry image I saw just now, I reinstalled the strange statue that fell on the snow, and then opened my eyes and looked at what happened in front of me.
"No, he saw A-12-2-6083, [Statue of the Dead Witness]!"
Jenkins knelt down, put his fingers on the man's neck, and let out a mournful sound.
A-12-2-6083, [Statue Witnessed by the Dead], is a strange thing that Dad's acquaintances accidentally collected in Hampawa Kingdom. The man was an illegal giver, but had a very good relationship with Pop. Because he didn't know what to do with this dangerous thing, he sold it to Dad at a discount.
As the name suggests, this item has only one function, which is to cause the death of any creature within three feet that sees more than four-fifths of its size. As long as you don't open the box, or watch it from a distance, there won't be any danger, so you will take the risk of transporting it by train. This statue has a very limited effect on the benefactor. For example, Miss Bevanna will not be in danger even if she looks at it with a magnifying glass. Jenkins and Dad will probably be dizzy for a while, but fragile ordinary people can't bear it at all. this kind of thing.
The image of the statue is said to be a classic philosopher image, which is a very famous sculpture image handed down in this era, similar to the thinker in Jenkin's memory. As for why it has such an ability, no researchers have given a conclusion yet.
Dad and Jenkins never expected that the journey was safe and sound, but when Nolan was taken into his hands, such a tragedy happened.
The dead man was a middle-aged man about the same age as Mr. Goodman, Jenkins' neighbor. He was wearing a decent suit and black leather shoes, but his hay-like hair was a bit messy. This person's physique is a little thin, and judging from the calluses on his palms and his temperament, he should be a middle-class man with a small fortune.
Just don't know why the shoplifting in the restaurant led directly to this tragedy.