Standing in the cold wind, Jenkins pointed to his neighbor's house on the other side to explain the situation there. At this time, the house is already lit, and Miss Silver Flute who entered it should be using the gas lamp:
"May I ask if new residents have moved to this street? If I remember correctly, there..."
"oh!"
Mr. Goodman suddenly realized:
"Mrs. Mistalla Frante, you mean? She moved down this street last week and gave me a cake when she visited. Were you rarely at home last week, and she probably hasn't had time to visit yet." you."
"Yes, I'm usually away during the day. I get it."
After finishing speaking, he declined Mr. Goodman's invitation again, and then returned to his home.
He stood in the foyer without going in, and squinted to observe his new neighbors. That's definitely Miss Yindi's fault. Not long ago, the two of them sold a batch of smuggled arms in a black-and-white manner.
Jenkins wasn't sure if her move here was a coincidence or something else. But this matter must be clarified immediately, otherwise Jenkins will not sleep well.
Thinking of this, he walked into the kitchen, took the red wine he forgot where he got it in his hand, and walked out of the house again.
After tidying up his clothes, with a smile on his face, he rang the bell of the neighbor on the left this time.
This place originally belonged to a businessman, but the businessman never moved back after the incident of the Son of the Cthulhu. Because the garden has not been tidied up for a long time, snow and all kinds of strange garbage are piled up all over the place. It can be seen that the new owner is trying to clean up, but she clearly hasn't cleaned the place thoroughly.
The mailbox in front of the fence gate has been reactivated, and the buildings in the yard have new doors. The gate had been locked with a wrist-thick chain, but now it was a small brass-colored lock installed from the inside, which Jenkins thought he could kick open.
"Sorry, who is it?"
Three minutes after the bell rang, the silver-haired woman opened the door of her room. This is an extremely rare hair color. There are very few white people who are born with almost white hair color, but it is actually a manifestation of blond hair, more precisely, it is light blond. The hair looks white, but it will be light gold or light gold in the sun.
"I am your neighbor, Jenkins Williams. Good evening, Mrs. Frant!"
Jenkins replied, and then raised the bottle of red wine with one hand for a gesture:
"Yes, Williams next door."
Miss Silverpipe, or Mrs. Mistalla Frante, was a woman of middle age, approaching old age even. Although she has always used the voice of a young girl when attending parties, her real age may be older than Mr. Goodman.
She walked out of the house slowly, warmly invited Jenkins to come in and sit for a while, and said sorry that she didn't visit in time. Although the house was not as messy as the yard, the woman who had just moved in hadn't cleaned it up completely.
Even an item exuding the ultimate purple aura was carelessly placed on a box in the corner. Rarely seen by Jenkins, special items with such an aura of color.
Mrs. Frant obviously didn't see that Jenkins was the mysterious Mr. Candle, and it never occurred to her. But she knew the celebrity Jenkins Williams, and had two of his books at home.
It was a successful visit, during which Jenkins acted like a normal guest. But in fact, he was using [Master of Lies] to slowly test out the purpose of this woman moving here.
From the conversation, it turns out that Mrs. Flat was also a poor widow, like Mrs. Margaret, Jenkins' former neighbor. She lived off a large inheritance and moved here just for a new environment.
These are the truth, but may not be complete. When Jenkins finished his visit and left, he planned to entrust a reliable person to continue the investigation. With such a person by his side, his sense of security will be greatly weakened.
"Oh, Mr. Williams, I might still be in the house teaching dance lessons to some lovely girls, and it might make some noise. Would you mind?"
"No, of course not."
Qualified Neighbor Jenkins said.
There were too many accidents that night, but at least after that, Jenkins went to the Church of the Sages to report the foreign duke without any accidents. He used a paper airplane to fly the report letter to the door of the church, as if he had reported the appearance of the Pirate King Fermisius to the [Church of Ocean and Exploration] half a year ago.
Of course, there's definitely no sneaky cat-bearer involved. But other than that, Jenkins swears, it's all real.
The accident happened the next day. After Jenkins arrived at the antique shop, he began to inquire about the follow-up of the report letter. Pop really knew about it, he was always well informed, but the letter didn't help:
"The content of that letter was forged and the church did not believe it."
The old man didn't notice that Jenkins' expression was tense for a moment. He was inspecting a piece of rough pottery, which was found in the cemetery where the war took place yesterday. The church hopes to find new breakthroughs in the burial objects in the cemetery. .
"Why?"
"You know, ever since the team of scribes disguised themselves as troops of the Inquisition, there have been strange rumors among the people. Even the visiting group from the Kingdom of Cheslan had to stay in Nolan temporarily for this reason. The city is observing the situation."
He said vaguely.
"I know, but what does that mean?"
"Oh, Jenkins, this means many things. The most important one is that our convoy collided with the visiting group that day, and some people think that there is a conflict between the Church of the Sages and the visiting group of the Cheslan Kingdom. Recently For a few days, anonymous letters of report were often written, reporting that someone in the visiting group was involved in illegal activities. There were almost a hundred reports about the duke alone.”
Dad shook his head while talking, as if complaining about the trouble of this matter.
"But the church shouldn't ignore all of them, right?"
"Of course not. No matter how tight the manpower is now, simple investigations will still be carried out. For example, the three report letters sent last night..."
"Three letters?"
Jenkins was startled, and then understood why his letter was not taken seriously.
"Reporting the Duke is related to the sword-bearer of the skull sword, reporting the Duke is related to the pirate king Fermisius, reporting the Duke is related to the believers of the God of Lies. Oh, sage, if those illegal gifters are really So leisure, then why not help the Church find clues to the dead?"