"I made an appointment with Professor Burns to help out in the library together on weekends."
Before getting into the car, Jenkins wanted to test how determined his father was to let him go.
"It's okay, he won't mind."
Seeing that the train was coming from a distance, and people sitting or standing on the platform started to lift their luggage, the old man said loudly in a loud noise:
"Have fun in Shire. You don't need to come back so early. Just come back before the baptism at the end of the month. Oh, it seems that the baptism has been postponed until the beginning of next month. The change in the starry sky has changed the most suitable day!"
"I know~"
Jenkins also replied with a loud voice, in fact, he has left the spiritual magnet in his home.
Without saying goodbye to anyone, the train drove the young writer and his cat into the distance. Jenkins was always saddened to be away from Norland, where all his family and most of his friends live.
"Think about it, at least Shire won't have so many dangerous things."
Jenkins said to himself, and stroked Chocolate who was squatting on the windowsill watching the scenery. The ticket that the father gave was a ticket for the VIP carriage, and I don’t know if it was paid for by him himself, or if the church can reimburse it.
He also took the train to the Shire last autumn, but the winter earthquake completely destroyed a tunnel east of Norland, so the train from Norland to the Shire is currently bypassing the mountains. That meant the trip would last until this evening, but Pop said Old Jack would pick him up at the station.
It was up to Jenkins to decide whether to live in the church or in old Jack's herbal shop.
The bed was placed under the window facing the box door, with desks and hangers on both sides. The kettle wrapped in a bamboo net bag was placed at the foot of the desk, shaking regularly on the floor with the vibration of the train.
Jenkins' life full of surprises has never been short of surprises, and he spends his mornings reading. At noon, I wanted to bring chocolates for lunch. When I opened the door of my box, I found that the guests in the box next door were also opening the door.
It was an acquaintance, not only Jenkins' neighbor on the train, but also his neighbor in reality.
"Oh, Mrs. Frant? Such a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here."
The acquaintance was Miss Yindi, the middle-aged woman who had been cheating with Jenkins and bought the crown at an auction for a huge sum of money.
She also didn't expect to meet her young neighbor here. The two greeted each other and went to the restaurant together for dinner.
Miss Silver Flute's destination is also Shire City, and according to her, she is visiting a friend.
Jenkins would not believe this kind of rhetoric. According to his observation, this woman was also traveling fully armed. She was definitely going to do something dangerous, so Jenkins didn't chat with her much, and returned to his box after lunch, for fear of getting involved with unknown troubles.
Although still suspicious of the purpose of Miss Yindi's trip, Shire City is also a big city, and the chances of the two meeting each other are very low. Jenkins quickly put this "meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land" behind him, and began to plan the itinerary for the next few days.
Since his father asked him to stay in Shire for a period of time, it would definitely not work to go back early in a fair and honest manner. When I packed my luggage before leaving, I left the spiritual magnet on St. George Street, so as long as I project it back and activate [Real Illusion], it is equivalent to being able to move quickly between two places.
Just don't forget to leave the spiritual magnet in Shire, otherwise it will be bad if you don't come back.
I didn't encounter any troubles this day, but when the evening was approaching, Chocolate suddenly became interested in the butterflies outside the window, and vigorously scratched the glass with cat claws to make noise, almost banging Jenkins from eating dinner angrily.
Now is the season of late winter and early spring when everything comes back to life, and some butterflies are normal. And when night fell and it was completely dark outside, Jenkins didn't know what chocolate had become interested in.
It was almost seven o'clock, and Jenkins was sitting in the dining car, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, while quietly listening to two middle-aged men at the next table talking about the banking industry.
Judging from their clothes and temperament, those two people should be businessmen and the like, but Jenkins felt that his views on the new type of banking and currency reform were completely nonsense.
But it was really interesting to eavesdrop on other people's conversations like this, and he noticed that his cat was also listening to something with his ears stretched out.
"Does it understand what a bank is?"
The young writer despises his cat and laughs at Chocolate's behavior.
Miss Silverpipe sat across from Jenkins and read a magazine called "Beautiful Girl". It was a magazine devoted to seasonal styles that Jenkins had seen in girls' clubs.
Farther away, waiters served the guests in the restaurant with tea trays, and the train conductor in uniform whispered to his colleagues while eating. The lady with her pet dog looked at Jenkins with interest, her dog looked at the chocolate with interest, and the woman's husband, the old man with no hair, was dozing off in a wheelchair with his head down.
Such an environment is really comfortable, away from Nolan's disputes, and Jenkins has felt the meaning of life for a long time.
"When I want to retire one day, I will bring chocolates and live in my own manor. I will have a big house, a windmill, a lavender field, two or three..."
"Oh, God, look!"
The woman's exclamation disturbed Jenkins' longing for a better future. He followed the sound and looked out the window in displeasure, only to see brilliant light spots moving along with the train in the dark night.
Look carefully, it turned out to be a group of glowing butterflies, the flying speed is only slightly slower than the train. They flapped their wings, and dots of fluorescent light floated in the air, embellishing the black night with incomparably gorgeous scenery.
This is a gorgeous scene that can only be seen in oil paintings and dreams. Jenkins even heard the young maid not far away moaning/groaning softly.
"Is this... some strange species?"
The middle-aged man who was discussing the banking industry frowned and asked his companion.
"Probably, I heard that fish in the deep sea can glow. Maybe it's some kind of very rare butterfly."
His companion didn't know either, but in order not to lose face, he still gave a vague explanation.
But Jenkins is very clear that these things are definitely not an ordinary population. In his eyes, the azure blue light suppresses the fluorescence of the butterfly itself. It was a bunch of xenomorphs, a bunch of xenomorphs that Jenkins couldn't even make out the name of the population.