In order not to spoil Miss Stuart's good mood, Jenkins did not show the depression caused by the tragedy in the cemetery. He rode that terrifying skeleton horse forward with the convoy, and while chatting with Alexia, for some reason, he still couldn't help telling what had happened in the past few days.
He was always at ease with Alexia, his bosom friend.
The snowy field walked behind little by little, facing the brilliant sunset, the snow surface seemed to be emitting orange light. A group of people moved slowly, and the little maid who was walking beside him left Jenkins' mount in fear and curiosity. It was not until she was reminded by the head maid Julia that she realized that she had gone astray.
Jenkins smiled at them, and suddenly flames burst from his body, and his whole body burned with the skeleton horse. The horseshoes trampled on the snow and left holes, and these horseshoe prints were actually burning. The orange flame did not melt the ice and snow, which is the characteristic of the immortal fire being controlled by Jenkins.
The women exclaimed, and the young faces in the flames showed a smile, and then slowly withdrew the flames. Miss Stuart in the carriage watched Jenkins quietly while opening her ears to eavesdrop on the conversation here. He didn't comment on Jenkins' performance just now, but the smile on his face grew stronger.
"... That's it. So, I'm not a soft-hearted person, but seeing such a tragedy, I still can't help but want to find the culprit and burn it to nothing."
When "performing" to the little maid, she didn't forget to continue telling, and Alexia almost understood the ins and outs of the matter.
"It's interesting."
Alexia's focus is not on the tragic Gelt family, but on Jenkins:
"I don't know if you have discovered it. Although the core character of the story is not you, the whole thing has always been related to you. Maybe you don't want to admit it, but without the series of choices you made, this tragedy would never have happened."
Seeing that Jenkins wanted to refute, she sat on her horse and spoke again:
"You see, the first decision took place last year. Papa Oliver asked you to decide whether to escort the shipment. If you agree, then the dangerous statue will come to Nolan and be contained in 1865 in the universal calendar. , what happened after that will never happen.”
"I admit it, but..."
"The second choice is whether you agree to go to the train station with Dad. I think even if you don't agree, Dad will have no objection. After all, you always encounter accidents when you go out together. But you agreed, which is very good. Unusual, that's why Dad chose to eat out instead of eating after sending the statue back."
"I admit it, but... please don't interrupt me!"
He anticipated another interruption, so he spoke more preemptively. Seeing that Alexia was listening, he said:
"It's not fair, Alexia. Judging from the results, you can certainly think that the occurrence of this incident is due to the repeated choices, but in fact, is there any thing that is not caused by repeated choices?" What is it made of?"
"You are quite right. But Jenkins, our world is not an ordinary world. When there are too many coincidences, then there is reason to believe that it is fate. Don't you realize that you are like this [Gai Walter’s Tragedy] Like the protagonist in the drama stage, he promoted the development of the story step by step, and finally witnessed the ending. Although the ending has not yet appeared, I can conclude that the action of finally catching the murderer must be related to you, and After the matter is over, you will go to that family's grave to lay flowers, and even tell them the whole story in a low voice."
Jenkins couldn't refute her words, because he really meant it. But this can only be regarded as she knows Jenkins too well, or as a small prophecy.
"Theatrical stage? I've heard a saying that the current city of Nolan is a stage, a stage at the end of the era."
He wants to change the subject.
"Did Audrey say that? That's right, there is indeed a possibility of becoming a place of legend."
Alexia said with a serious face, and suddenly turned her head with a smile, and asked Miss Stuart who was eavesdropping:
"You also have an eyeliner in Nolan City. You should know how many things have happened in the city on the west coast of the main road in the past six months."
"Huh? Of course, that city is really scary!"
Miss Stuart was taken aback, but seeing that she was not reprimanded for eavesdropping, she immediately agreed, and then looked at Jenkins secretly:
"Mr. Williams must be careful. Even if you are strong, fate always likes to play tricks with the strong."
Knowing that there are people who care about him in the distance, Jenkins' mood suddenly improved. These are very tender words, and they are very important to a lonely visitor from a foreign land.
When a group of people approached the gathering place, he took back the skeleton horse and changed his figure, and asked for the servant's clothes to change into the group, but no one noticed this.
From six o'clock onwards, the assembled camp continued to see the team returning from afar. At this time, most people had already heard about the disappearance of Stipe Stuart, but this obviously had nothing to do with the unremarkable Third Princess. team is irrelevant.
There are always some disgusting people in this world, and after the nobles gather together, the probability of encountering such people is quite high.
Thinking that the hunt was over, Jenkins stood by their campfire and directed the servants to light it. But I saw another group of people coming from the other side of the camp, standing and talking with Miss Stuart.
He couldn't hear the voice or see the expression, but he could subconsciously understand that the relationship between the two groups of people was very bad.
"That's the youngest daughter of the Marquis Jones and the lady of the Duke of Borbo's family. The relationship between the master and them...is very bad. Those two like the eldest prince, but you also know..."
The little maid, who had been curious about Jenkins' skeleton horse just now, immediately grabbed the hem of the apron with both hands and explained. Jenkins then dropped the firewood in his hand and approached some people pretending to tidy up the tent, but was actually eavesdropping.
That seems to be just a normal comparison between young girls, not a big deal. The two noble ladies brought their prey to show off, and then asked Miss Stuart what she had gained.
Although the development is very cliché, it is indeed a frequent occurrence. It is impossible to expect these simple noble girls to come up with more cunning plots. After all, most of their plots come from the struggles of mothers and those knight novels.