"It wasn't difficult and I was prepared for the unexpected."
This was still the hunting ground on the outskirts of Loen. After handing over the frightened young man to Miss Stuart's servants, Jenkins and Alexia walked back to the camp, talking and laughing as if returning from a hike.
Everyone around Miss Stuart, including the recorder, was reliable, so Jenkins didn't have to worry about arousing suspicion by appearing here.
"What surprises will there be? It's just a group of ordinary people. Jenkins, you are now a fourth-level gifter, which is considered an extremely high level among extraordinary people. Some people can't see it even if they spend their entire lives The scenery at this height. You just improved too fast, so you haven't adapted to your status as a 'strong man'."
"Strong?"
Jenkins repeated the word, reached out and bent down to push aside the dead branches protruding in front of her for Alexia.
"Maybe I'm just not used to it."
It only took half a year for him to rise from an ordinary person to such a level. Although he understood the power he possessed, he still subconsciously believed that he was an ordinary person.
But it's also good, at least it won't self-destruct due to overexpansion.
During the conversation, he saw Miss Stuart's camp from a distance. Jenkins had nothing to do tonight, so he planned to stay here until nine o'clock in the evening before returning to Nolan.
The host of the camp was very happy because of Jenkins' arrival, even though he couldn't eat a full meal in this state, he still invited him to enjoy dinner by the campfire.
It took only half an hour for the sky to completely darken. After nightfall, the temperature became colder, but sitting around the fire was still warm. Miss Stuart told the servants not to come near this way, and Julia remained to serve.
This seems to have turned into a party of four again, but the location of the party is a bit special.
"Speaking of which, is there a cemetery near here?"
Jenkins looked around and asked.
"This is an ancient battlefield hundreds of years ago. There may indeed be many bones under our feet. Why do you ask such a question?"
said Miss Stuart.
"On the way back just now, I saw many unconscious spirit bodies floating around. This explanation is correct. The ancient battlefield a hundred years ago? Was it the kingdom's rebellion war?"
The final growth of the fantasy flower still needs a lot of souls, but unfortunately the number and quality of the souls here are not enough, otherwise Jenkins has solved another problem. He really hoped to see that flower bloom, it should be beautiful after all.
"Meow~"
Also delicious.
There is no special terrain around here, even if there are many bones, it will not be haunted. The three women around me were not afraid of ghosts, so they didn't feel much about the news.
They chatted a lot together, and Miss Stuart also told Jenkins that the name of Mr. JW is already a household name in the kingdom's mathematics circle. But she brought up this topic by mistake. After all, one of the purposes of Alexia's coming here is to find JW.
The short lady smiled and asked if Her Royal Highness had finished her homework, so there were two people sitting by the campfire in a bad mood.
Nothing major happened tonight, and Jenkins said goodbye to his friends at nine o'clock in the evening and returned home.
He has nothing to do now, the third book is not yet ready, and the opera has already been written. The rare one didn't want to do anything at night. Seeing that the air outside was not good but the weather was good, he patted Chocolate on the head and planned to go out to walk the cat.
I went out and walked around without encountering any troubles. When I came back, I was thinking about whether to get some supper before going to bed to celebrate the peaceful night. He took out the key and was about to open the fence door, but his hand stopped suddenly.
Moonlight fell on the mailbox by the door, and Jenkins reached down from under the mailbox and twisted the metal piece glued to the bottom. This is a simple warning charm, the simplest in form, placed here by Jenkins, and it will automatically change color when someone passes by.
Now it has changed from brass to black, which means someone has entered the yard.
"A thief broke into the house?"
Jenkins thought in amazement that this was the first time this had happened. For safety's sake, all those sensitive things are hidden before leaving the house, but generally only warning spells are left behind, and dangerous trigger traps are in the basement where things are hidden.
Since the house has not exploded now, it means that the contents of the basement have not been stolen. The eyes can't see the spiritual light that represents the bestower, so they won't be any enemies. Therefore, at this late hour, except for thieves, no one should patronize here.
"Oops, my eight thousand pounds~"
He suddenly remembered the harvest that he had eaten in the dark that night. He put it next to the bookcase in the study because he calculated the bill the day before yesterday. He rattled the key deliberately in front of the door, and opened the door after searching for a long time.
The house was pitch black, neither the gas lamp nor the fireplace was being used, and the curtains were drawn so that the moonlight could not enter. He put the cat and the key in his hand on the shoe cabinet beside him, turned and closed the door, and wanted to go inside to find the gas light switch. Suddenly there was a sound of wind behind him, and the man who was huddled in the corner of the hall stabbed the bloody knife in his hand.
Clang~
The solid wood cane collided with the metal knife, and the knife came out of his hand and inserted into the door panel. The short figure immediately dodged to the side, but the owner of the cane seemed to see through the darkness and hit him on the knee with a stick.
The sound of breaking the air was followed by the sound of bones shattering, and Jenkins struck out with another stick, hitting the shoulder of the person opposite with precision. Sigh, sip, and sticks out continuously, until the man behind the door was lying motionless on the ground, then he turned and turned on the gas lamp.
The flame flickered from small to large, and at the same time illuminated half of Jenkins' profile. He also put down his hand that shielded him from the wind, and turned to look at the person behind him who had just been beaten to the ground by him.
It was a short man who had never seen him before, with short yellow hair in a mess, his face was full of small pits, and there was a red pimple on his nose, which looked very disgusting.
He was wearing a dark coat, and at his waist was a leather sheath holding a knife, which was now on the door.
"I… "
He groaned/groaned because of the pain, only feeling that the man with the monocle standing in front of him was as terrifying as a demon. Jenkins lifted his jacket with his cane and was relieved to see that the gun was not strapped to his waist.
"Chocolate, check to see if the things in the study are still there."