She watched with satisfaction as Jenkins sat down again, and the man coughed lightly, "This is still something I need to investigate..."
"So there is no need to pay the clown another agency fee." The huntress answered the next sentence knowingly.
"I don't have much money left, and I'm not sure I need what you're talking about."
"Ten pounds."
"No."
"Five pounds."
"No."
There was a moment of silence, "I never give away news for free."
"Three pounds."
Jenkins took out three banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table, "You can sell this kind of news many times, and the cost is almost zero. Even if I take out one pound, you will still make money."
The huntress gave Jenkins a vicious look, and grabbed the money on the table:
"Okay, listen up, some people have said that the source of evil spirits is the changes in the starry sky. This is not entirely true. In fact, there should be a place where evil spirits are produced regularly in Nolan City. Don't ask me where I am. If I know I have already gone to the Orthodox Church to earn rewards."
"that's it?"
Jenkins felt cheated.
"Also, pay attention to the people around me recently. When I was investigating your commission, I met an ordinary person who was possessed by an evil spirit. Do you know what it means to be possessed by an evil spirit? A spirit body injects its own spirit into a Inside a living person, kill the consciousness of this living person, and then manipulate his body."
"Is the news accurate? The evil spirits that haunt the city I've heard are all very weak ones."
Jenkins asked rhetorically, this is indeed new information.
"You only paid £3, so you can only hear the result, not the process."
The huntress gracefully put down her raised left leg, twisted her body, raised her right leg, stretched out her right hand and twisted Jenkins.
Her legs are long, but pocket-empty Jenkins is in a bad mood.
There was still plenty of time in the afternoon, and Jenkins walked out of the Hog's Head and walked back to Papa's Antiques with his hands in his coat pockets.
"Come back so soon?"
The old man looked away from the newspaper, saw that it was not the visitor but Jenkins, and picked up the newspaper again in disappointment.
"Locksmiths are easy to find, so I went to the furniture dealer to look again, but the asking price was too high, and the carpenter's place was not suitable. I'd better ask Dad to help me choose some antique furniture. I want fake antiques."
As he spoke, he looked around.
"Brat."
The old man laughed and cursed, causing the chocolate lying on the counter to meow in dissatisfaction.
This kitten has a very good temper. As long as Jenkins remembers to bring him milk and ham every day, it will never make trouble when Jenkins is working.
The only downside is that Jenkins often gets scratched when he bathes it. Sure enough, felines hate water.
(Dividing line)
"Doug Nicholas, are you all right?"
Captain Bincy looked suspiciously at the two hounds at his feet.
"no problem."
Nicholas, who was wearing a windbreaker and holding a rope, said that his eyebrows were thicker than ordinary people, "It took me three years to train these two hounds with their unique abilities. Their sense of smell is completely beyond the ordinary level. Even gifters with special nose abilities may not be able to compare with them."
Binxi nodded, "Then let's try it out and find the man in black who took away the strange thing."
The two of them jumped out of the carriage, and across the road was the collapsed 431B Queen's Road apartment. After more than half a month, the martial law police have withdrawn, and laborers in simple clothes are cleaning up the rubble at the scene. A few young children, wearing tattered clothes, tried to find some paper money from the ruins, but they were immediately chased away loudly by the vicious overseer.
The black hounds ran wildly after Nicholas let go of his hand. They stretched out their noses and sniffed the ground carefully, almost choking on the bad air.
Tacitly looked back at the master Nicholas, and then ran wildly.
Captain Bincy followed closely, and saw the two hounds go straight along the Queen's Road, rushing over the old gentlemen passing by, and scaring away the children selling newspapers.
Suddenly, the two hounds trembled, their tails were tightly clamped between their legs, and stuck to their belly, and then they ran towards the distance at a faster speed.
"What you strengthened them is really the sense of smell, not the speed?"
While complaining, Captain Bincy stopped the passing carriage and chased again with Nicholas.
He didn't notice that when the hound showed panic just now, it happened to stop in front of Papa's antique shop.
The black and white little chocolate meowed in a milky voice, closed her open eyes, and fell asleep comfortably in Jenkins' arms.
The next day the Williamettes hired a carriage and went with Jenkins to his house in St George's Street with his luggage.
"Isn't it a bit too big? Don't you plan to hire a maid or maid? It's too time-consuming for you to clean it yourself?"
Robert, with his hips akimbo, looks at the house from the outside.
"Ah~"
Only then did Jenkins realize the problem. The joy of owning a house of his own made him think so much at the time. Of course, he didn't have time to do heavy housework.
"Young people are still not thoughtful."
Robert patted him on the shoulder, "Don't forget to go to the Nolan City Council to open the steam pipe, remember to visit the neighbors, don't forget to tidy the lawn, and, although this is not a strictly managed neighborhood like Privet Drive, it is still possible to throw out the garbage. It should also be a fixed time, remember to inquire about it.”
Jenkins stood there and smiled wryly, "Well, can I move back now?"
"Do you need me to lend you some gold pounds? After buying this house and adding some furniture, I'm afraid you don't have much money in your hands?"
asked old Williamette.
Jenkins still has about 30 pounds in his hand, which is better than when he just traveled. After thinking about it, he felt that there was no need to borrow money from his father.
"Is it expensive to hire a maid?"
"That depends on what kind of maid you need."
Mary Williams interjected, "Of course, if you can get married now, you don't need to worry about these troubles."
Jenkins immediately shut up, not daring to talk about the subject again.
That night, he brought chocolates and stayed here.
Not feeling sleepy, Jenkins hugged his cat and walked to the bed in the bedroom, the red moon and blue moon were still so round.
"I have a house, a job, and a cat. Am I a successful person now?"
He said to himself, then put the chocolate in his chest, and took out those carefully preserved items from the cardboard box: blue unknown feather, wooden badge, cube metal block, Mr. Hunter's fruit plate, gold nuggets, orange gemstones earrings.