"The last time we asked you to the ball, you could barely dance."
Hathaway didn't become suspicious, but simply teased. Jenkins realized this, so he found a random excuse to prevaricate.
In fact, the point of the ball is not to dance, but to socialize, which is what Miss Stuart told Jenkins. Jenkins agrees with this, because whenever he sits down to rest, someone always sits next to him and talks about some inexplicable thing.
Jenkins had to get up and invite the girls to dance several times to get out of the tiresome conversation. Both Hathaway and Britney seemed delighted, especially when they discovered that Jenkins always invited the two to dance, once in order.
"what's on your mind?"
The music suddenly eased up, and the red-haired girl leaned close to Jenkins and whispered in his ear.
She had hoped that Jenkins would be able to talk about some romantic topics. Although the possibility of this was extremely small, she never expected that Jenkins' thinking could diverge to that extent under such an occasion.
"I'm still thinking about the murder just now."
The man's tone was serious.
"Does that have anything to do with us?"
Hathaway had to admit that she was really angry at this moment.
"I'm not sure about this, although those two men are ordinary people, but..."
He and his partner moved to the edge of the dancing crowd little by little, and dared to continue talking when no one was paying attention:
"But the guy who shot himself at the end, there was something wrong with that pistol in his hand."
"Numbered item?"
Hathaway asked in surprise.
"No, how could we come across two different numbered items within three hours?"
Jenkins explained, while swaying softly to the rhythm of the saxophone and clarinet.
Eyes slanted to one side, she was relieved to see Britney staying with Chocolate.
"I mean, the pistol has been specially treated. Although I don't know what ritual was used, at least I understand that the pistol's origin must not be simple."
What he saw through the Eye of Reality just now was actually a dazzling black aura. If there was no female companion by his side, Jenkins might stay behind out of curiosity to see what happened. But Britney was by his side, and he wanted to keep the girl safe.
"Those two people are related to the Giver?"
"It's also possible that some daring gifter sold the pistol that was processed by the ceremony. You know, some unlucky people who are short of money may sell some insignificant things to ordinary people because of tight money."
With that said, the dance music ends. Jenkins took Hathaway's hand and returned to the side sofa. Britney brought juice for the two of them. She knew that Jenkins hated alcohol.
"Need a break?"
Her hand pinched Jenkins' shoulder naturally. Considering the relationship between Britney and Hathaway, and the words just now, Jenkins felt that the scene was a bit weird.
"It's okay, Britney, don't look at me that I don't exercise much, but in fact, just walking cats every day is enough to be called fitness."
Saying that, he drank the drink in the cup, then patted the cat who was unhappy because of being neglected, and then took Britney's hand and walked back to the dance floor.
"See the two girls over there? The two who came down from the second floor."
Their hands clasped, and Goldilocks's other hand rested on Jenkins' shoulder. As she spoke, she signaled Jenkins to look to the right with her eyes:
"Look, the taller one is the cousin of Duke Francis, and the shorter one is the foreign countess who is visiting with the Cheslan Kingdom delegation."
"Looks really young."
Jenkins said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, what I mean is... Although the countess looks young, I think you and Hathaway are more beautiful."
If other men said such words on this occasion, the blonde girl would only feel annoyed, but only Jenkins could say such words with a feeling of clumsiness. But Brienne didn't hate him doing it, because only in this way could he be Jenkins Williams.
The name "Duke Francis" sounded familiar to Jenkins, and he thought for a while before he remembered the unlucky ghost who died in the twin demon incident. After the death of the old Duke Francis, his son inherited the title and entrusted his cousin to come to Nolan to deal with the castle for summer vacation. When Jenkins and his father went shopping in the castle, they encountered a strange situation. Jenkins It was also Professor Burns who I only met at that time.
"I heard that they came to Nolan to collect the bones of Duke Francis' cousin."
"But that person has been dead for almost half a year, why now..."
"In fact, it is surprising enough that the young duke remembered that he had a cousin who had died in a foreign country."
Blaine said sarcastically.
Now that exotic nobles are on the subject, it's hard not to recall that earlier in the week, the Inquisition squad of the Church of the Sages collided with the convoy of these dignitaries.
Jenkins doesn't care about these things, but the incident caused an uproar among ordinary people. Even the visiting guests who were supposed to leave Nolan next week planned to stay for another week to confirm what the Church of the Sages was going to do.
Britney didn't think that incident had anything to do with Jenkins, she just expressed her knowledge in a mocking tone. The object of her ridicule was, of course, the "Southerners," who, in the eyes of the inhabitants of the kingdom of Fidgetli, were vulgar and arrogant.
"Is the foreign duke here today?"
Jenkins has a deep memory of that man. He is not only a believer of the sage, but also a gifter.
"I probably didn't come. The organizer of this ball didn't have that much face, and invited an unfamiliar duke to participate."
Having said that, Hathaway chuckled lightly, as if remembering something interesting:
"But the duke is probably not a serious person. I heard from my friends that after he came to us, he was not keen on socializing, but has been hanging around the opera house, concert hall and even the circus. He seems Obsessed with the stage, it's a quirk."
"oh?"
Jenkins just smiled and made no comment.
The crystal lamp on the top of the head emits charming brilliance, illuminating the young people who enjoy themselves. Whether they like or enjoy the dance, they are all participants here.
Just like on the stage of fate, the moment you step onto the stage, you can't help yourself. Jenkins is in awe of fate, but he can't see through whether he is a participant or a bystander.