A-06-1-6269 [Good night, my child], the most difficult thing to contain is that even space-like items (such as the door of Vientiane) cannot isolate its characteristics. Therefore, this weird thing cannot be stored in the space behind the Gate of Vientiane for a long time, and it can only be moved every day on time before it is transported to an extremely distant uninhabited sea for containment.
After saying goodbye to the Keeper and his party, Jenkins finally remembered that he still had a cat. When we went out with chocolates, one person and one cat happened to be hungry, so now is the right time to go to eat.
The keeper's information was accurate, and Miss Bevanna did appear at the dinner table. She saw Jenkins sitting down with a worried face, so she put down the spoon in her hand and said:
"There is no room for negotiation on this matter. Dad has already said that unless you plan to leave the city, we will not allow you to leave the church during this period. It is too dangerous."
This is the aftermath of the incident yesterday afternoon. The Church believed that it was irresponsible for everyone to let Jenkins wander around in the city, so he strongly asked him to stay here.
Jenkins thought it was no different from house arrest, and although no one would stop him if he left, he didn't want to disobey his father's orders.
"I know, but..."
"No, there is no discussion. I know you have an appointment with the bookstore this morning to discuss things. We have sent him a letter. He will come here to visit you around nine o'clock."
"I know, but..."
"You won't be bored. In order to reward you for handing in B-04-3-7292 [Soul Casket], the church has decided to open the fourth floor of the Secret Library to you in advance. You will have a very fulfilling life during this period. "
"I know, but..."
This time it was not Miss Bevanna who interrupted, but Jenkins took the initiative to stop. He looked at the woman suspiciously, waiting for her to say a word, but the woman had already finished speaking.
"Well, it's my turn to talk. Well, I had a weird dream last night."
As Jenkins found out that the Church would trust most of his bullshit, he got better and better at inventing lies.
Combining some of the things I learned with the dream, and supplementing it with "Miss Audrey's astronomy class" as the reason, a brand new "precognitive dream" was concocted. Of course, you must end with:
[I felt a kind of unknown fear, there seemed to be a giant in the void looking directly at me. Feeling like I've fallen into an abyss with a sense of panic and emptiness for no reason...and then woken up with a chocolate claw.]
This is a very useful sentence. It can not only highlight the unusualness of the dream, but also tell others the horror of predicting the dream. Apart from offending Chocolate, it has no disadvantages.
"Circus... I see."
Miss Bevanna nodded with a serious expression: "It does sound like a prophetic dream. According to your description, the problem may be a bit serious..."
She got up and left without taking a few bites, but before leaving, she still warned Jenkins not to leave the church without authorization.
After touching the chocolate, he lowered his head and continued to eat. A few minutes later, I heard someone sitting next to me, and when I turned around, it was my father.
"Don't leave the church, I know."
While nodding, he repeated what Miss Audrey said just now, and at the same time used a spoon to get the sliced meat out of the bowl.
"No, I'm not here to talk about it... what are you laughing at?"
Seeing his father's face, Jenkins inexplicably thought of the dream last night and his father's appearance in a skirt. But this matter must not be let the father know, otherwise the father will say "you become a mouse" every day.
"Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing today?"
The old man lowered his head suspiciously to check his clothes.
"No, no, I just think of the way Chocolate yawned in the bathroom this morning. That's cute...you continue."
"All right."
The old man nodded, he was still wondering why Jenkins laughed just now:
"I remember that you have been paying attention to the matter of the woman who awakened the ancient bloodline. Now that the investigation has made new progress, the potion that prompted her to awaken the bloodline is the same as the information you found during your travels. Those materials are not the villa. written by his doctor, but he got it in the Shire."
"In other words, the dangerous person who left those materials in Shire has really come to Nolan City?"
"Yes."
Dad nodded, his eyes downcast as he watched Jenkins' spoon be held in mid-air. Chocolate has tiptoed over, and the cat's meal is over.
"So we need someone to go to Shire and hand over the investigation report to the local church, and I will leave this matter to you. I will leave tomorrow, and I have already bought the ticket. In the evening or tomorrow morning, someone will bring the information with the ticket. here you are."
"Um?"
"Aren't you also planning to visit old Jack soon?"
"Yes, but, isn't this a little too anxious?"
Jenkins did plan to visit Shire's cemetery again, but he didn't want to rush it.
"Are you in a hurry? This is normal. You have nothing serious to do while staying in Nolan."
The old man shook his head, and Jenkins felt the spoon in his hand vibrate regularly, and when he lowered his head, the chocolate was already licking the dick in the spoon.
The "surprise cake" that the Jenkinstowe had gone out to buy for the chocolates had just arrived when Mr. Brow appeared in the church. He hid the cake from the cat, intending to take it out after the bookseller had gone.
"I've always liked the decoration style of the Church of the Sage. Look, isn't this made of holy silver? It's really beautiful."
The fat businessman's face is red. He is wearing a brown business suit today, which is a professional attire and represents the identity of a businessman. It can be seen that the stitches on the cuffs are very dense, then this dress is likely to be made by a [steam sewing machine].
This is a new product that was only invented last year. As long as you use a special copper-colored metal clip to align the part of the garment to be sewn with a thin needle, and then turn on the knob of the steam engine, the machine will start working automatically.
But there is no market for this kind of thing now. Due to its high failure rate and product failure rate, the cost of producing clothes is much higher than hiring skilled and cheap female workers.
But for the strangers, the "reformation of the steam engine" almost means the beginning of an era, and Jenkins was really surprised by this invention. He looks forward to the progress of this era, and is eager to see more familiar and unfamiliar products.