When I walked out of the store excitedly, I was still thinking about when I should remove the hair from the unicorn. At this time, Chocolate was already a little impatient, and it hated the place where there were so many cats, which probably belonged to repelling each other.
In short, Jenkins, who had changed back to the identity of Jenkins again, saw that he had nothing else to do today, so he planned to go home and study. But as soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw Britney getting off the carriage.
Winter has come to an end, and the clothes on the girls are gradually decreasing. Of course, bloated winter clothes cannot show the beauty of women to the fullest, and the fashion in early spring this year is probably this kind of clothes with hollow butterfly patterns on the skirt.
"..."
Jenkins' heart began to beat uncontrollably, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Hathaway was not following her.
"Hi Jenkins. How did you come out of the alley?"
The alley where Jenkins changed his identity was a dead end, a brick wall not far inward, and no one would normally walk in it.
"Chocolate just wandered around, I went to find it."
He said nonsense.
"Meow~"
Although the cat was not very happy, it still let out a cooperating cry.
"Chocolate has been a little sick lately and I've taken him to the doctor. But this clinic requires appointments, so I guess I'll come back another day."
He poked the cat in his arms quietly, and the cat reluctantly made a so-called "sick cry". Britney was convinced right away that the cat was as perfect at acting as its owner.
Britney came today to raise food for the stray animals adopted by the "urban pet management center" outside the city. There were several friends who were familiar with her in the carriage to help, but there was no Hathaway.
It is said that Hathaway is ill and has been staying at home for the past few days.
"What's wrong with Hathaway? Has she caught the city flu, or is it the plague the newspapers are talking about?"
Jenkins immediately expressed nervousness and wondered if he should go and treat her later.
"No, it's not a serious illness, it will be fine in a few days."
Britney's face was a little red, and her speech was slurred.
"Oh, God, what is the disease?"
Jenkins was still asking, and then he heard the laughter of the girls in the carriage. He was stunned for a moment before he understood, and after hastily saying goodbye to Britney, he left the street as if fleeing.
"What a shame!"
He still thought so when he was about to get home. But when the carriage was about to reach St. George's Avenue, the driver was told to turn to other blocks.
It was almost noon now, and he wanted to find a place to eat. But if you think about it carefully, the recent bad luck seems to be caused by "I want to find a restaurant to eat". After thinking about this, he directly asked the driver to put him at the door of the restaurant. For this reason, he had to pay a 5p fine for illegal parking to the patrolling policeman.
Jenkins watched the officer slip the money into his jacket pocket as he turned away.
Because this restaurant is between Papa's Antique Store and St. George's Street, Jenkins often frequents it, and sometimes he will be commissioned by Papa to buy some takeaway meals at noon.
After entering the door, the familiar waiter immediately led him to his usual seat, and brought him a separate bowl for the chocolate before serving the food. That's one of the reasons Jenkins loves it here, they always remember what their patrons like.
Halfway through eating with his head down, someone actually sat down across from Jenkins. When he looked up, it was actually Professor Burns.
"Oh, professor, good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, Viscount Williamette."
He obviously heard the news that Jenkins was about to enter the knighthood from the church, so he joked with him like this.
Although today is a working day, the professor happened to have no class and was doing business nearby, so he walked into this restaurant. He is an apprentice of the Secret Keeper, which is different from field personnel like Jenkins, so he doesn't need to give up his job and go to the church to wait for arrangements.
The two chatted a lot when they were eating together. The professor only heard the news that Dad's antique shop was suspected of being attacked by believers of the God of Lies yesterday. When he passed by the antique shop just now, he saw the brand new piece of glass, and after sitting down, he asked worriedly if Dad and Jenkins were injured in the attack.
As for the [Living Corpse Jade] that broke the window, the professor had the same opinion as Jenkins. He seems to have a deep research on the ability of [Substitute], and he knows very well what kind of core that thing needs.
"It seems that the legend is true. A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Revenant] can actively instill knowledge into the user, and even increase the level of the gifter."
"This weapon is also too powerful. So far, just the characteristics it has shown have surpassed all the monsters I know."
Jenkins couldn't help but sigh.
"Of course, the history of this sword is much longer than you think."
Speaking of this, the professor looked around mysteriously, then leaned out and said in Jenkins' ear:
"Judging from the records of the ancient stone slabs discovered so far, its birth can be traced back to at least the 5th era, the era when all civilizations were still barren. Time can give strength to ordinary people, even if a stone has been passed down from that era to the present, It can also possess extraordinary abilities.”
After speaking, he sat back down again, and was satisfied to see Jenkins' surprised expression.
"That is to say, in our age, there are almost no weapons that can confront it head-on."
"Yes."
The professor nodded affirmatively:
"You can't imagine how strong that sword is. I heard that the current user is just a low-level gifter? That's right, the user's strength temporarily limits the ability of that sword, otherwise disaster would have erupted long ago. "
Jenkins opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment. All the plans he made were to defeat the sword head-on, but now it seemed that this plan might encounter some troubles before finding the next drop of divinity.
"Looks like we're heading to Shire as soon as possible."
"What did you say?"
The professor was drinking soup from a spoon just now, and did not hear Jenkins talking to himself.
"Oh, I said, don't touch the chocolate's claws."
"Speaking of cats, I heard... you turned into a mouse yesterday?"
Jenkins really looked down at the chocolate this time, and then remembered that his cake-face plan hadn't been implemented yet. Chocolat was eating with his head down, but now he raised his head vigilantly, just in time to see Jenkins' malicious eyes.
"Meow~"
Although I didn't know what happened, the cat still meowed.