Jenkins had hoped he'd be able to make a deal during the visit, brag about it to Pop when he got back, but no one gave him the chance.
He spent the rest of the afternoon reading and playing with cats. He read less than half of "Appreciation of Nature: A Complete Collection of Common Dangerous Plants". Chocolate is also satisfied with the good time in the afternoon. This is probably all the gains in the afternoon.
Dad didn't come back until close to five o'clock in the afternoon. He passed through the thick fog, so when passing Jenkins, Jenkins' keen sense of smell could even smell the unique smell of smoke in Nolan's air.
"Damn it! Damn Molzac, don't let me see him again!"
After the old man opened the door, he couldn't stop complaining, and Jenkins didn't even have time to talk about the afternoon. He was a little curious, so when he took the hat, he asked casually:
"What's the matter? What happened, father?"
"A gangster in the wharf area went crazy. He forcefully broke into all the warehouses in the third east area of the wharf, and almost smashed the store's warehouse door!"
Saying that, he slammed the table with his hand, then suppressed the expression on his face and shook the back of his hand:
"That damned guy, I knew he was going to cause trouble sooner or later. I've known since little Molzak threw old Molzak into the sea!"
The man that the old man mentioned was a gang leader in the dock area. In fact, he was the glove of a certain nobleman. Moulzak could do some things like money laundering, smuggling, protection fees, and intelligence gathering. This is a very common thing, a small silhouette belonging to this era.
"What is he crazy about?"
As Jenkins asked, he turned around and gave Dad a towel, and stopped Chocolate from rubbing his book with his tail.
"Lost a large amount of smuggled arms."
The old man said angrily, picked up the water glass and took a sip. Jenkins immediately refrained from commenting, and he seemed to have a real connection to the matter.
"Molzak's former 'boss' was dealt with by the church because of the blood-sucking species. It is difficult for a person in his position to survive without the support of nobles or officials. It is said that he hooked up with a certain big man from the capital. Noble, this arms business is a show of loyalty, but something went wrong..."
He snorted coldly, then wiped his hands with a wet towel:
"So it's no surprise what happened this afternoon. If he doesn't get that shipment back, I think his whole family is dead."
"Yes, indeed."
Jenkins answered vaguely. Although Dad was strange, he didn't connect this matter with him.
The unlucky Mr. Morzak had been shot dead by the Stillwell Field police officers before Papa came back. The interests and secrets of the docklands are related to most of the top of the city, and since he does not follow the rules, someone will take action.
It is conceivable that during the period before the sea ice melts this year, there will be no shortage of ups and downs in the dock area, and even the possibility of gun battles exists. This will continue until the Docklands gets a new manager or a bigger shuffle, except that it definitely won't affect Jenkins' life...probably.
After finishing his story, the old man asked if there were any guests in the afternoon, and soon noticed the suitcase behind the counter.
Jenkins complained about what happened in the afternoon, and the old man was taken aback by the surname "Bronnie Anse":
"No, it's not a surname. Fortune tellers never reveal their real names to others... It seems... It's okay, you continue."
He listened to Jenkins tell the story of Robert thirty years ago with a strange expression, without saying a word during the period. Dad also experienced the plague thirty years ago, so he naturally knows a lot about that weird infectious disease. He originally thought that the awakening of Jenkins' bloodline was a mutation that occurred in this generation, but he didn't expect that there would be signs in the previous generation of Williamette.
"Dad, Dad, what are you thinking? Is there a problem?"
Jenkins saw that his father was in a daze, so he patted him lightly.
"It's okay, you continue talking."
Finally talking about the contents of the suitcase and Robert's request, Jenkins was really, really annoyed by it.
"But what does it matter? It's just an invitation to a female friend to eat at home. I don't think either Hessa or Mihail will refuse."
The father's reaction to this matter was very flat: "And what Robert said is right, at your age, you should indeed consider this matter."
"but… "
"But I can really help you."
"Really?"
Jenkins straightened up from behind the counter.
"certainly."
The old man nodded and put down the water glass, "I know a lot of gem craftsmen with excellent craftsmanship. This rough stone is of good quality, so don't waste it."
As he spoke, he patted the stone, not looking at Jenkins' expression at all.
Even if Dad's words meant adding insult to injury, Jenkins had to accept his kindness. No matter how unwilling he is, he still has to fulfill the "instructions" given by Robert and Mary. This is what he must do after having his current body.
After Dad gave Jenkins the jeweler's business card, he kicked him out of the store. The reason is not to stand there in the eyes, and he seems to think that Jenkins should be doing more important things now.
But Jenkins actually has nothing to do. He will be a little busy tomorrow, and he will go to church to give a speech in the morning, which is a very hard job.
"Chocolate, what shall we have for dinner?"
Mrs. Mahart, Jenkins's maid, was unable to come today, and Jenkins was too lazy to cook dinner, so he wanted to eat outside.
He originally planned to invite his father to have dinner together, but since the two of them talked about what happened in the afternoon, he couldn't sit with his father now. Otherwise, Dad will definitely hint him from various angles, and hurry up to solve the problem.
The fog is still so thick, coupled with the gloomy weather, the whole city seems to be shrouded in a gray atmosphere. There were few pedestrians on the street, and Jenkins walked along the wall with his neck curled up.
The front of his coat looks bulging because the chocolate is in it. But it was still winter, and people would only think that it was because they were wearing too many clothes. Few people would suspect that there was a small creature hidden here.
Now it's not so much Jenkins asking about the chocolate as he's talking to himself. He really wanted to find a quiet place to sit down, and then think carefully about how to face the disaster at the end of this month.