Once the war breaks out, the peace and tranquility of Nolan City will no longer exist, and even the mystery and supernatural will be exposed to the eyes of ordinary people. The peace and tranquility Jenkins aspired to may well be gone.
"What we can do now is to weaken the power of the undead as much as possible before that war begins. What happened in the hospital just now may happen many times, Jenkins, you have to be prepared."
Jenkins, who was preoccupied, was sent back to St. George's Avenue by Miss Bevanna without even inquiring whether the time for today's fighting class had been adjusted.
St. George's Avenue didn't seem to be affected by the earthquake in the evening, and the neighborhood was still so peaceful and tranquil. When picking up the key, he peeked at the direction of the neighbor. The lights were on on the second floor of Miss Yindi's house, but it was so late at night, she was probably going to sleep too.
The next morning, he was woken up by his father. When he entered the house, he helped Jenkins bring in the milk, newspapers and letters at the door.
Today, I still don’t need to go to Dad’s antique shop. Dad needs to help out at the church and handle some personal matters by the way. Nolan's church has almost entered a wartime state. Except for Jenkins, all the field staff, including a considerable part of the civilian staff, returned to the church to report and were uniformly assigned other tasks, except for special positions that could not leave.
Keeping Jenkins out was a deliberate and unanimous decision, and it was in everyone's interest to do so.
"I originally planned to find someone to watch over you, but there is really not enough manpower now."
Jenkins invites Pop to have breakfast at home, and now Pop and Chocolate are at the table, but only the cat wants to eat.
"Don't worry, I won't wander around recently."
"You say that every time, yesterday..."
"Please don't mention what happened yesterday."
Thinking of the painful experience of becoming a mouse yesterday, he subconsciously took another look at Chocolate. The latter pretended not to understand Jenkins' ferocious eyes, and was still lying on the dining table with his paws fiddling with the napkins that had just been neatly folded.
"In short, I will be very busy recently, and I may not have time to continue the course. I will make a list of books for you in a while, and you can rely on these to pass the time."
"no problem."
Jenkins nodded, and he didn't want to be in trouble if it wasn't necessary.
"Also, you have to be careful about the plague. Although the plague thirty years ago had a slightly weaker effect on the Giver, we can't let our guard down. Speaking of which, are you going to Shire?"
Having said this, Dad regained his spirits.
"It may be the weekend, I have other things to do in the last few days."
While talking, Jenkins brought eggs and warm milk to the table.
"I won't ask if you have any questions, but you must pay attention to safety. Also, about Hesha and Mihail..."
Jenkins blushed when he heard these two surnames. He listened to his father's inquiry with a swollen head, and he was trying hard to prevaricate, which made his father very interested.
Normally when this kind of topic is brought up, Jenkins deflects the subject with great skill, but not today.
Dad just drank the milk and left, he had a lot of things to attend to. Jenkins and his cat were the only ones left in the kitchen as usual. Instead of reading the newspaper first, he opened the unexpected letters.
The first was a letter from Mr. Blow, the bookseller, who would call on Jenkins tomorrow morning and give him his share of the first month. Mr. Bro should have made a fortune recently, and the two of them corresponded on weekdays, but he never used such expensive letter paper.
The second was from attorney Raul Onis, who had recently been hired by Jenkins to help him with some legal issues. At the same time, Attorney Ornis is also the estate attorney of Viscount Augustus, and Jenkins, as the supervisor, often communicates with him.
The envelope was stamped by a law firm, so it must have something to do with the estate. Sure enough, this time it was Ornis' lawyer who informed Jenkins that an antique from the 6th century ancient Hikari Empire held by the Viscount would be auctioned off in the near future.
He hoped that Jenkins could also come to the scene as a witness. This was probably the most expensive thing the Viscount held outside of that manor.
"Ten o'clock this morning..."
The lawyer knew that Jenkins had things to do every day, so he probably didn't expect him to be able to spare time on weekday mornings, otherwise it would be impossible to send the letter on the day of the auction.
"Do you want to go?"
He asked about chocolate, but in fact he didn't want to go, after all, going out almost meant trouble.
With this in mind, he locked the door and went out to the black market to meet the huntress. The investigation about the new neighbors commissioned yesterday was only a short-term investigation. After hearing all the information, the huntress thought it was a fairly simple commission, so Jenkins came to get the results the next day.
The huntress' report was still as detailed, and it turned out that Miss Silver Flute Mistalla Frante moved here because of lack of money.
She originally lived in a three-story high-end apartment in the city center, but recently sold the house because of an incident, and then found the house on St. George Street through a real estate agency.
"Lack of money for the auction? What does she want?"
"I don't know. It's just a one-night investigation. It's hard for me to give you the results. And remind me, the auction of the Goldbird Auction House will be held in about an hour. There is no charge for this reminder. After all, you are also a regular customer. "
The huntress looked like she hadn't woken up yet, after all it was too early.
"Golden Finch..."
Fate likes to create all kinds of coincidences around Jenkins, and the auction the lawyer mentioned in his morning letter was organized by that auction company.
The Goldbird Auction House is located at No. 43, Will Five Star Street, on the east bank of the Westminster River. This street is one of the main roads of Nolan City. Together with the nearby three vertical, three horizontal and six streets, it forms the center of the city. area.
The weather at the end of winter was not bad, but the horizontal stone bricks of the street were wet due to the blizzard of the previous few days. The colorful flags hung between the towering buildings on both sides of the street, a decoration that was brought out last week to welcome a foreign delegation.
Even though Jenkins was not expected to come, Mr. Onis, the lawyer, was still waiting for him at the door of the auction house. Both of them saw each other from a distance, and while waving to greet each other, the winter sun finally passed through the thick fog that wrapped the city, and shone on this land chosen by fate.
PS: The name of the Goldbird Auction House appeared once. When Dad and Jenkins encountered a strange situation in the castle, one of them was a member of the auction house. But this is not a foreshadowing, it is just a normal mention of this auction house again.
I recently discovered that you seem to take every detail as a foreshadowing (cover your face).