Dad muttered about the letter, complained again about the whistleblowers who caused trouble for nothing, and motioned for Jenkins to hand him the smallest brush. But because Jenkins thought too seriously, he caught the chocolate's tail.
"So, these three report letters are all slander without evidence?"
Jenkins asked as he healed the scratches on the back of his hand.
"The three letters were sent to the church last night. How can we investigate now?"
Dad asked back, and then reminded:
"But there is a high probability that it is slander. Whether it is the Skull Sword, the Pirate King, or the believers of the God of Lies, the church has been conducting investigations. But there is no personal or physical evidence to prove the things mentioned in the letter..."
He shrugged at Jenkins, presumably implying that the church had decided the letters were forgeries.
Jenkins wanted to refute, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what to say. All of this is extremely coincidental, but when you think about it carefully, it seems normal for the church to make such a judgment.
"Then I'll start an investigation myself immediately, the fox will always show its tail!"
He made a decision, but immediately regretted it:
"No, we can't start right away. Now we have to deal with the sealing of Mr. Pisco's apartment."
Due to the exhaustion of the past two days, until today, that is, Sunday evening, Jenkins still hadn't finished reading the book that his father asked him to finish. But my father understood that he had been helping in the cemetery all day yesterday, so he postponed the time for handing in the study notes until next week.
After get off work, I originally wanted to find the keys and gold pounds hidden by Mr. Pisco, but when I was having dinner at home, I suddenly remembered that Hathaway invited him to be a guest at home tonight.
"I remember she said she could take you with her, right?"
He stretched out his hand to touch the chocolate, which was eating with its head down, and the chocolate immediately cried out obediently. For some reason, this cat has been extraordinarily well-behaved this week, and it's really scaryly well-behaved.
Although Jenkins likes this behavior of chocolate, he occasionally wonders whether it is bewitched.
When I got off the car at the door of Hathaway's house, it was completely dark. This street has not yet installed street lights, and the effect of thick fog makes the neighborhood dark. Yesterday's snow has been cleared away, and only by wearing a monocle can I see the black snowdrifts under the street wall.
He paid the fare, then tidied up his clothes, put the cat on his shoulders, and then rang the bell in front of the door.
It seemed that the echo of the bell hadn't ended yet, and Hathaway rushed out of the house in a hurry.
"Why didn't the servant come to open the door?"
Jenkins also asked jokingly.
"Why are you here so late?"
The red-haired girl asked angrily, then took Jenkins by the hand and dragged him into the room.
The living room has been cleaned up now, and two maids are busy moving the dining table, candles and some roses.
"Would you like to have a candlelight dinner?"
"I'm not eating with you~"
Hathaway dragged Jenkins to the second floor without stopping, then entered the familiar room, opened the closet door and signaled him to get in.
"This is... what to do?"
Jenkins asked hesitantly.
"Come in now, Mr. Williamette!"
The red-haired girl pointed to the dark wardrobe and ordered. Her face was flushed, and she didn't know if it was because the house was too hot.
Hathaway had never spoken to Jenkins in such a tone, and Jenkins didn't know what to do for a while. So he took the cat, bent down and walked into the closet.
There are still some clothes in it, but it can be seen that in order to welcome Jenkins, a lot of things that got in the way have been removed.
When Jenkins entered, he asked in a low voice when he could leave tonight, but Hathaway didn't answer.
"Oh, Jenkins, do you have [Darkvision] or something?"
She asked again before closing the cupboard door.
"some."
"Hold this and you won't be too bored. Also, please be patient and make no noise at all."
As he spoke, he took out three books from the bookshelf beside him and threw them to Jenkins, and then closed the cabinet door forcefully despite his objections. Seconds later, Jenkins heard the sound of a chair being pushed against the closet door, followed by the sound of a woman's footsteps moving away from the room.
"What the hell does that mean?"
He thought suspiciously, even if he wanted to detain him here, this method was too simple. Holding the cat off his shoulders, Chocolate couldn't answer Jenkins' questions.
"What time can I leave tonight? Maybe we can pick up Mr. Pisco's stuff on the way home."
He was planning what to do next, and then saw that the three books that Hathaway handed over just now were "Teach You How to Knit a Sweater", "For Those Careless Owners: A Handbook of Pet Cat Breeding" and "Guide to Art Appreciation in the Thirteenth Century" ".
"What are these?"
He is not interested in knitting sweaters, and he already has experience in raising pets, and the last book is for laymen, which has no professional value at all.
"Then just this one, it's better than waiting boringly."
As he spoke, he opened "For Those Careless Owners: Pet Cat Breeding Manual", and Chocolate immediately showed agitated emotions.
After waiting quietly for nearly an hour and a half, I finally heard the sound of someone going up the stairs again. During this period, guests came to visit, and the whispers and dance music downstairs were not worth mentioning, but at least Jenkins understood that it was Britney who was having dinner with Hathaway.
The two men who went upstairs eventually entered the room, and Jenkins immediately put down the book in his hand, then hugged the chocolate with it, and put his eyes close to the crack in the cabinet door.
The two girls are now wearing beautiful dresses, which are summer styles, but the temperature in the house is not bad, so it shouldn't be cold.
Holding hands, the two sat on the edge of the bed and talked for a while, probably about trivial matters in life. Then he opened the wine bottle on the bedside. As for the goblet, he had already prepared it.
The wine in the glass was only half drunk, without any warning, Britney got up, closed the curtains, and locked the door... Jenkins had a bad premonition.
He licked his lips, held his breath and widened his eyes, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his throat. The ear hears the sound of clothes being taken off outside, the girls' laughter/noisy, kiss/wen sound, and then the sound of quilt being rubbed/rubbed...
"Sage, am I dreaming!"
He groaned (233) in his heart, trying to suppress his big mouthfuls of breathing, but his eyes did not leave the gap.
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PS: There has been a crackdown recently, so there is no follow-up, nor in the group.
The last paragraph with a lot of slashes is for me to prevent it from being detected. Although there are no sensitive words, but safety first, safety first.