"what are you up to?"
Jenkins walked up to the cat in his slippers and patted it on the head, wondering why chocolate sniffed flowers at night. The cat shuddered, then continued to squint to maintain its movement.
Jenkins was a little puzzled, so he lowered his head and sniffed lightly beside the petals, but there was no smell.
"What the hell is chocolate smelling?"
He felt very strange, but it was very late now, so he grabbed the skin on the back of the cat's neck regardless of the cat's struggle, and prepared to go back to sleep.
When I turned around, I accidentally saw a note neatly placed on the operating table. It was something left to Jenkins by the elf Mr. Salamanda. A strange potion recipe.
It's a pity that Jenkins still lacks three wooden hearts, one of the key materials, and he only has two now. Otherwise, call out the unicorn to take a pinch of hair, and then you will know the purpose of that potion.
But the key now is not the potion, but the words written on the note. It was a universal text written in a long and thin font, which looked like a series of interconnected branches and leaves. This was quite normal. After all, Mr. Salamanda's usual writing language could not be a human language. In fact, until this moment, Jenkins had never doubted those words.
But in this brief glance, he subconsciously read the words on the note from top to bottom instead of left to right. The words in the first column are connected together and have no meaning in the common language, but Jenkins accidentally interpreted it in another language:
[The sunset by the Yinma Lake is the love of my life.]
"Um?"
The man was taken aback.
"What's this?"
He first deciphered this sentence, and then realized that it was Elvish, but then wondered why he knew this thing.
What's even more surprising is that the sentence hidden in such a weird way has no meaning at all. No matter how Jenkins interpreted it, it seems that this is just a lyrical sentence.
"do you understand?"
He shook the chocolate that was picked up, but he didn't get any response. When he looked down again, the cat had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Jenkins didn't realize that he knew Elvish until Sunday morning, probably because of the Emerald Dream he had encountered, but he still couldn't understand the meaning of the mysterious message left by Mr. Salamanda in the note.
And because of his previous lie—that he didn't encounter elves, he can't discuss it with Dad or anyone else now. It made for a very dreary morning for Jenkins, compounded by the fact that an impudent carriage nearly hit Jenkins on the way to work.
But the unlucky thing didn't stop because of this. As soon as he opened the door of the antique shop, he heard his father reminding him:
"Don't forget the dance in the afternoon. Maybe you need to arrange your hair and clothes. I don't think there will be any guests this morning."
Dad meant well, but it made Jenkins realize once again that he still didn't know who his dance partner was. It was a serious matter, and if he got it wrong, he felt he could lose a friend forever... maybe more than one.
The morning was really boring, and his father allowed Jenkins to take a whole day off, so he simply left the antique shop and took the rough ruby that Robert gave him to the shop of the gem artisan introduced by his father.
That is a skilled ordinary craftsman, specifically, not a gifter. It seems that Dad has known him for a long time. After all, antique shops and sometimes need to deal with some precious gems.
The old craftsman's name was Albert Torrian, and his shop was in a remote alley far from the dock area but very close to Privet Drive. The door of the store is extremely narrow, and after entering, I found that the area inside is as small as the size of the door.
The owner here has piled up all sorts of strange things in the small space, not only gem-related utensils, Jenkins even saw a telescope, a simple sand table of the continent and a piece made of six A strange device consisting of a standard square mirror.
There were so many oddities in the store that Jenkins forgot to say hello to the owner when he entered.
"guest?"
The old man in front of the counter asked tentatively, the table in front of him was also piled up with various things. The old man was wearing a pair of ombré blue suspender jeans, a rare sight in Nolan, which is considered something for a vulgar man in the middle of the continent.
When Jenkins entered the store, the old man was wearing a monocle, watching the uneven black stone in his hand. There seemed to be some shiny things inlaid in that stone, which looked like diamonds, but there were differences in both color and texture.
"Sorry, I was introduced by Father Oliver."
As he spoke, he walked towards the counter, keeping his head down and being careful not to step on things during this period, which was not easy.
"Oliver? Oh, I've seen your face before. You are William! Come here quickly, that guy has accepted an apprentice again."
The old craftsman immediately became more enthusiastic, and even poured Jenkins a cup of hot tea.
He opened the suitcase and explained his purpose. Torian was very surprised by the huge rough stone, but not surprised. He had obviously seen bigger gems, but Jenkins thought they were certainly not as good as his sapphire the size of a human head.
Because Jenkins was introduced by his father, the two had a pleasant conversation when discussing the price. It's just that Jenkins can't make up his mind what kind of jewelry to polish it into. Even if the old craftsman can roughly estimate the volume of gemstones in the rough and propose many plans, Jenkins still can't choose.
"Then let me ask rudely, what is the purpose of the jewelry?"
asked the old man.
"Give it to a friend... a girl friend."
Choose your words carefully.
"Then why not ask her what she likes?"
The old craftsman enthusiastically made a suggestion, his gray stubble made his face very kind, but Jenkins still didn't think it was a good idea.
"because… "
He couldn't answer this question, but the old craftsman with a lot of life experience could easily distinguish the complicated emotions from his face. The old man shook his head, and stroked the stone surface in the suitcase with his big rough palm:
"In that case, why not..."
Before he finished speaking, the store door behind him was pushed open, and Jenkins turned around subconsciously—
"Meow~"
Chocolate screamed dissatisfied, because Jenkins' hand touching it suddenly exerted a lot of force.
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