"The information about these little things is recorded in the information I did know."
Hathaway nodded, but the puppets did not leave immediately after they regained their freedom.
The five soldiers lined up among the clutter of the store, glaring at Jenkins and his cat before doffing their hats in salute to Hathaway.
"Thank you, beautiful lady, thank you for your rescue, you have gained the friendship of the Charlotte Legion."
The leading officer said loudly, and then took out a small thing as big as a sesame seed from his pocket.
"Please accept this little gift and wish you a happy day."
After speaking, without waiting for Hathaway to refuse, they lined up and walked into the air. Obviously there was only air under their feet, but Jenkins still heard the neat sound of boots trampling the ground.
As the soldiers advanced step by step, their figures gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely.
"chocolate!"
Jenkins suddenly yelled loudly, and hugged the cat that almost jumped out to grab something. It's clearly taken a liking to the purple bottle the size of a sesame seed, but that's not Jenkins' thing, and he can't allow the chocolate to touch it.
"It's okay, if chocolate likes..."
Hathaway is very generous.
"No, you can't let the chocolate touch such a small thing. If you swallow it, it will be troublesome."
Jenkins was still very strict with his cat. Chocolate squirmed in Jenkins' arms a little unhappy, but he didn't insist on throwing it out again.
The small bottle was put away by Hathaway, and she planned to study it later when she went back. And the two are still facing trouble now, that is, the disappearance of the five puppets in the store will definitely arouse the suspicion of the old craftsman.
Although those things are worthless, it is not easy to find exactly the same ones in a short period of time. When Hathaway was worrying, she saw Jenkins open his palm.
Thin black lines appeared and extended above his palm, and rough shapes were outlined in just a few seconds. As the man's brows were furrowed, it seemed that an invisible hand in the void modified those lines to be more refined and solid, and the color also filled in the gaps of the black lines little by little.
In less than half a minute, the first puppet appeared in Jenkins' hands. He weighed the things that fell into his hands, as if evaluating the weight, and then put the puppet on the table beside him with a look of indifference.
The red-haired girl was stunned, unable to accept what she had just seen for a while.
"This is... a void creation?"
Hathaway inexplicably thought of the rumors about the demon incident, and some people firmly believed that the new gods who appeared at that time used the method of void creation. This is nothing, after all, the creation of matter is said to be the authority of gods, but now...
"What?"
Jenkins is still concentrating on recalling the specific appearance of those little guys just now, his brows are tightly frowned, and he is concentrating on building those puppets with the help of the creation pencil and the memory book with the help of reading and writing.
"Creation in the void? No, no, no, where do I have this ability? It's just... reading and writing, yes, have you heard of this divine art of the Church of the Sages? Although I am not a scribe of the church, this divine art It’s not that there are no other ways to learn art, yes, reading and writing cooperate with some unique abilities to form a chain ability similar to creating matter, that’s it.”
Such half-truths and half-false words are usually very useful. As expected, although Hathaway still looked at Jenkins' hand suspiciously, she didn't ask about it again.
The appearance of B-09-4-3927 was nothing more than an unimportant incident. Jenkins' major matter now was still to determine who his dance partner would be in the afternoon. Leaning at the red-haired girl as he reconstructed the puppets, Jenkins coughed and began to speak.
"Sorry to disturb~"
Before his first sound came out of his mouth, the door of the store behind him was pushed open again. The person who came in this time was Britney, Jenkins suddenly wanted to laugh, this is really the hermit playing a joke on him.
"Oh, Jenkins, Hathaway!"
The blond girl didn't expect to meet two people here at the same time, and at this moment, the old craftsman who was fetching things from the back also came back.
Four people and a cat gathered in the narrow store at once. Although the cat jumped on top of the plaster statue on the side, the place was still very crowded.
Jenkins could only act like a gentleman and wait outside the door with his suitcase first, letting Hathaway and Britney handle their own affairs first.
The alley where the shop was located was so narrow that it was impossible for a carriage to drive in. Jenkins hugged the cat under the eaves for a while and looked at the fog in the distance, and then wondered whether he should go around and come back.
"Jenkins~"
Just as she was thinking, the blond girl opened the door and stood at the door to greet Jenkins.
"Oh, Britney, are you done?"
As he spoke, he shook his arm to let the cat he was holding up a little bit, and just now he felt that the chocolate was about to slide down.
"Not yet, I'm sorry to keep you waiting here. I'm also here to pick up the jewelry, the dance in the afternoon..."
She brushes her hair back to show Jenkins what the jewelry is for:
"It's such a coincidence that I can meet you here. Why don't we go to lunch together, and then we go to the ball together. Do you still need to see Papa Oliver?"
"No, Dad gave me a day off."
Jenkins shook his head and sniffed. It wasn't that he had the flu, it was just that the smell of the air was unpleasant.
"I think you'll enjoy the dance, it's really fun."
She looked into Jenkins' eyes with a smile that somehow reminded Jenkins of that last night on the train, of the white…
"Meow~"
Jenkins' arm drooped again, and the chocolate almost fell down, and it cried out in dissatisfaction.
"Oh, I think I'll enjoy this afternoon... I want to ask a question."
He finally made up his mind to ask this question, which was definitely not a whim:
"Who's my dancing partner... oh, I mean, there's always a dancing partner at a ball..."
I regret this question halfway through, but it's impossible to stop now.
"Your dance partner?"
Britney first looked at Jenkins tenderly, with her hands behind her back, and then suddenly lowered her head, as if she suddenly became interested in the ground in front of the store:
"Your dance partner, of course, is me."