I woke up early the next day, and when I had breakfast with Old Jack, each of us and the cat tasted a strong herbal flavor in the porridge, but it was not bad. The old man explained that this was a meal formula that he had researched to strengthen his body, and he was surprised to hear Jenkins say the word "diet therapy".
For some reason, the cat woke up and behaved very strangely. But after accepting Jenkins' patting and stroking, he immediately returned to normal, and lay in his arms on the way to church.
The Church of the Sage in Shire City is not as big as that in Nolan City. It is located on a pedestrian street far away from the city center. The shops on that entire street are engaged in business activities related to books, printing and education.
The local church received Jenkins with great courtesy, and the elderly bishop personally led Jenkins to visit the church. The local bishop looked older than Nolan's Bishop Parode, but he was in good spirits and could walk up the stairs faster than Jenkins.
After handing over the material bag, the kind old man also asked him if he would live in the church during his "visit" to Shire, but Jenkins hesitated for a while and refused. He came to Shire City to investigate some things, and he always lives in the church, which is not good for acting alone. Also, it was very interesting to live with old Jack and listen to him talk about herbs.
I spent the whole morning of Friday in the church, and only met old Jack again at lunchtime.
He asked about Jenkins' itinerary in the afternoon, and after learning that he was going to walk around, he just told him not to go too far, and did not restrict his travel like his father did.
After all, this is a peaceful and friendly Shire, and the dangers are far less than Nolan's.
To be honest, Jenkins didn't know much about this city, and the original owner had no memory of it. Although Shire is considered a big city, it doesn't seem to have any special features. The industry, tourism, and even the catering industry are not commendable. It's just that the crime rate is very low in the county and even in the country.
After bidding farewell to old Jack, Jenkins walked to the street with his cat. I stood in the bookstore for a while, but only bought a copy of "Frozen". After confirming that no one was following him, he went into the alley and put on a black robe, then spent money to rent a room in a small hotel, and returned to Nolan with the projection ceremony.
Coming out of the wardrobe on St. George's Avenue, it's all well and good. The pretentious chocolates also came out of the closet, and I missed this home not long ago.
"Shall we go to the circus for a while?"
He picked up his cat and asked softly, of course Chocolate would have no objection.
The circus is still at Martel Racetrack, at least as of yesterday. Leaving St. George's Street secretly, Jenkins rode through the city in a carriage, but had just reached the outskirts of the city and turned onto the track leading to the racecourse when it was stopped by police barricades.
"Gentlemen, what's going on up there?"
Jenkins poked his head out when he heard the coachman asking. The uniformed police officer saw that there were still passengers in the car, and his attitude changed immediately.
"Last week's earthquake, the road ahead collapsed, and Martel Racecourse also suffered heavy losses. It's impossible to get through there, sorry, sir, I think you have to go back."
The earthquake happened on Monday this week, and now it's Friday, so this explanation makes sense. The driver couldn't move forward, so he could only pull Jenkins back to the city. But Jenkins just got out of the car not far away, claiming to "get a breath of fresh air in the suburbs".
The coachman wondered what kind of fresh air he could breathe in such a thick fog, but rich people always have eccentricities, so he took the money and drove the carriage away.
"Next, we must act quietly."
This is a country road, surrounded by large tracts of farmland like alopecia areata. Last week's heavy snow also affected the vicinity. As the temperature rose, the snow layer began to melt, but not completely.
The dirt road under my feet was wet, and the footprints and ruts on the ground were clearly visible. Chocolate will never walk on this kind of road, this cat is very clean.
Taking advantage of no one nearby, he summoned the unicorn, and the little beast flew up as soon as it appeared, and also hated the somewhat dirty road.
It refused to come down, so Jenkins could only use the bone whistle to call out the skeleton horse, and then stood on the horse's back, struggling to climb onto the back of the unicorn. The pure white beast looked excited to meet Jenkins again, but was a bit annoyed that the dangerous cat had reappeared.
Of course it knew what the cat was, and it was also afraid that it would one day have an appetite and swallow everything. But the unicorn family is blessed by the great ruler [Lord of Flowers], and now it is also blessed by the man on its back, so it is expected that the cat will not dare to do anything.
The last time the unicorn was called out was in the living room on St. George's Avenue, after which Hathaway sent out an invitation to go to her place on the weekend. Jenkins would never forget what he saw during that visit, and thinking of it, he was glad he was "in the Shire" now, otherwise Hathaway would definitely come to him again.
"Am I running away?"
The man leaned on the back of the unicorn and muttered to himself, and the cat poking its head out of its pocket immediately gave a "meow~".
Although it is a sunny winter afternoon, the racecourse area is located on the outskirts of Nolan, one of the most foggy areas.
Jenkins planned to use the fog to approach the paddock from above, trying to get some idea of what was going on. But I didn't expect to be spotted by a falcon in the sky before I saw the edge of the racecourse.
This is probably some kind of vigilance method, and those flying creatures have a certain degree of intelligence. After meeting Jenkins, one part flew down to report the news, while the other part rushed directly to the target in the sky.
Those fragile creatures are certainly no match for unicorns, but that means Jenkins has been spotted. He had no choice but to flee immediately, and then return to St. George's Street and then straight back to the Shire before anyone noticed.
A quick glance in the sky revealed that a demigod-level benefactor had lifted off directly to pursue Jenkins. He is now very fortunate that the flying ability of the unicorn is stronger, otherwise the New God believers will have to fight the Orthodox Church formally for the first time.
"Speaking of which, in the past six months, who have I fought against?"
He thought about this question, and walked back to the street with his cat bowed his head from the inn.
The current time is 3:30 in the afternoon, and there is still a long way to go before we finish eating. So he stood next to the post box at the corner, stopped the carriage, and went straight to the cemetery on the outskirts of Shire.
After leaving the city limits, a significant cooling can be felt. And after getting off at the entrance of the stone cemetery, it even feels like winter is coming again.
PS: I mentioned the "Lost Butterfly" once before, but it was numbered wrongly (it is a heterogeneous species, not a monster, so no numbering is needed, I made a mistake before). I have revised Chapter 612, you can update the chapter in the upper right corner, and then check it again.
Another: Information (2) I updated, it is really a big project (cover your face).