As the sun sets, the tent area of the Royal Hunting Ground in Ruen Parish is bustling with activity. Servants and squires moved among the banner-draped tents, while haughty nobles stood together showing off the year's harvest to one another. It seems that the most outstanding person is a viscount who came from the countryside. That "hillbilly" was lucky enough to meet wild boars in this season.
The two girls who showed off with Miss Stuart certainly gained something, and their purpose of coming here was not simply to "show off".
The best thing Jenkins can do at this time is to return to Nolan City immediately, buy a "prey" of sufficient weight, and then have the cheek to let the Protoss teleport it over. But he's definitely not going to do it, Mr. Writer has better ideas.
The prey of the two noble ladies is not a wild boar or the like, because no one will believe them even if they can get it. The servants behind them used cages to hold pigeons. It was a bird called Antwerp pigeon, and it was one of the few hardy birds that could live in the Northland during this season. When Jenkins came over the past few days, he often saw them flying in the sky. One even wanted to land on Jenkins' shoulder, but was almost thrown off by Chocolate, who showed his hunting talent for the first time.
The two pigeons in a simple birdcage made of dead branches and vines were not fatally injured on the outside, but they were a little sluggish. One of them keenly noticed that Jenkins was looking at it, fluttering its wings not knowing what to do.
Set aside the jumping cat on your shoulder and let it wait for a while. Jenkins sorted out his clothes and prepared to start his performance.
Alexia was standing behind him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, trying to see what Mr. Writer had in mind.
"...Look, hunting Antwerp pigeons is not easy. We sacrifice strength for elegance, but we can also use intelligence to do what men can do. Just yesterday evening, I used some grain pellets On the snow…”
"Ahem, sorry to disturb you, Your Royal Highness!"
Jenkins interrupted the conversation very impolitely, and before the two noble ladies across from him showed him the "noble kindness", he bent down and whispered a few polite words to Miss Stuart.
Dolores Stuart was very grateful to Julia for letting her wear the red scarf just now, otherwise everyone nearby would have noticed the flushed face.
She nodded as if she understood, and then asked Poirot, who was somewhat rude, to step back.
She's always been tired of dealing with harassment from her peers, it's so immature, and today is the first time she's having fun with it. With a flawless lady's smile on her face, she said lightly:
"Women's wisdom should not be underestimated, but I think that we should have compassion and tenderness more than wisdom. Oh, look at these two cute little things, poorly put in a cage by you, It's really... ”
She shook her head, but said nothing.
Miss Jones and Miss Borbo froze for a moment, not expecting such a response. The two glanced at each other, then coughed, and subconsciously stood a little further away from the pigeon coop.
After all, it was just two immature girls, which was of little use when dealing with an elderly married woman.
"Poirot!"
cried Miss Stuart again.
"Yes. Your Highness, please give me your instructions."
Jenkins ran out of nowhere again.
"Those two Antwerp pigeons look so pitiful. Go and get them something to eat."
"Yes, Your Highness."
While speaking, the servants of the camp unknowingly stood nearby. Before the attendants of the two noble ladies could react, the pigeon cage in their hands was snatched away.
The cage was opened and the two sleepy pigeons were pulled out of the cage by some man. They seem to have suddenly come back to life, pecking at the grains full of energy.
After they were full, they spread their wings and flew into the sky, circling twice above Miss Stuart's head together, letting the people in the surrounding camps watch this scene, and then flew to the distant sky.
"Sorry, I accidentally let go of your prey. I will compensate you. Please send the bill to my maid."
Even so, Miss Stuart showed no guilt at all. She looked at the two white pigeons that flew away from a distance, as if she was glad that they were able to get out of trouble.
People around can see this. In this comparison, although the two ladies who caught the pigeons have completed the hunting task, they seem a bit... After all, men like gentle and kind girls, not girls who can catch pigeons. to pigeon girl.
Miss Jones and Miss Borbo stared into Miss Stuart's face, wanting to say something but suppressing the desire. He felt that he would look stupid if he stayed here any longer, so he exchanged a few polite greetings before turning around and leaving.
Of course, the superficial farewell must be done well, but when you turn around and leave, no matter how you look at it, you feel a little frustrated.
Jenkins had changed his appearance and stood with Alexia at this time, watching Miss Stuart walking towards them.
"You cured those two pigeons?"
asked the short lady.
"Yes, I found that since the dream in the tavern, I have a stronger feeling for the spirit of life. The two pigeons probably wanted to thank me, so they circled around my head twice before leaving."
He was standing very close to Miss Stuart.
"is that so?"
Alexia whispered softly.
She is very clear that the general healing ability will not have this kind of change at all. And Jenkins' current performance, no matter how you look at it, looks like the legendary elf talent... Miss Audrey didn't share everything with her friends, but now Alexia has also come into contact with the truth.
She looked at Jenkins' pointed ears, and remembered the birth of the evergreen forest that the two had witnessed together. She rolled her eyes and smiled even more.
The end of the hunt and the disappearance of the prince had nothing to do with Jenkins. When the hunters returned to the city, he bid farewell to his friends and returned to Nolan alone. Although Miss Stuart wanted to invite him to the palace as a guest, Jenkins was already very tired today.
After walking around in the cold northern country, his mood of being annoyed by the day's affairs has indeed improved a lot, but he will never forget the scene he saw in front of the tombstone today.
He swore that if given the chance, he would avenge the dead family. Even though the parties were not related, the death of the innocent really angered Jenkins.
Early on Sunday morning, instead of waiting for the follow-up to the resurrection incident at Papa's Antique Store, the police detectives from Carfax Yard came instead.