The aura of the dagger that was broken into two parts remained undiminished. In other words, this is still a gift, but the number has changed from 1 to 2. Jenkins was really embarrassed by his performance just now. He believed that soon after returning to Nolan, he would hear the big news that "the followers of the God of Lies attacked the undead with a toy dagger".
"So, how should this be used?"
The left and right hands hold the wood and knock on each other, but it seems that it really has no other special abilities except for the aura.
"Did I misunderstand the meaning of the God of Music? Saving the world doesn't mean defeating the skull sword?"
He started a new round of self-doubt, but it was impossible to have an answer to this question.
Regarding the new gift he got yesterday, that is, the small stream of water in the form of a bracelet, Jenkins thinks that he has almost figured out the specific function.
Just like his [Unquenchable Fire], he can control this stream of water completely through his thoughts and ideas, plasticizing, stretching and moving it.
The power that the water can exert is related to Jenkins' own spiritual power. He could easily turn the bracelet on his right hand into filaments, and then pull up all the furniture in the hotel room.
This is not difficult at all, mental power is related to the soul, and Jenkins is very confident in his soul power.
After playing with chocolate for a while before leaving, I spent the rest of the morning on shopping, and in the afternoon I went to the Shire train station to check tomorrow's tickets.
He saw Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute from a distance in the station, and they all looked healthy, at least on the surface. The two of them came to Shire only for that strange situation, and now that their goal has been achieved, they will naturally return to Loen. Jenkins was very happy that he didn't have to buy today's ticket, otherwise it would be embarrassing for both parties to meet acquaintances again.
"Speaking of which, there is no news about Mr. Hood's party this month. Is he in trouble?"
With this worry in mind, Jenkins arrived in the northern city of Loen after dinner on time.
It was still the familiar study room, everything was no different from the usual Tuesday.
The only abnormality was that after Jenkins appeared, Alexia kept looking at him with exquisite eyes, and didn't even take the initiative to say hello.
"Sorry, is there something on my face?"
Jenkins reached up and touched his cheek.
"No, Mr. Williams, your face is normal."
Julia said from the side.
Last Tuesday's party was unsuccessful, with Alexia and Miss Stuart each having their own affairs. Not seeing them for a week, Jenkins must admit he misses it.
Nodding, he looked at Miss Stuart, hoping she could remind her what happened here. But Her Royal Highness didn't know either. Before Jenkins appeared, everything was normal.
"I think I get it..."
Alexia spoke suddenly, and then asked a question that embarrassed the four people in the room:
"Who did you sleep with//?"
For a moment, as if a thunderbolt passed through Chocolate's little head, it finally understood what Jenkins did in that human woman's dream last weekend night.
The strong sense of territorial violation made the cat feel humiliated, but before it could start throwing a tantrum, Miss Stuart accidentally broke her teacup.
Her Royal Highness's teacup is made of porcelain, and it didn't break when it was dropped on the soft carpet. She refused Julia's help, and stooped to pick up the teacup herself, so as to hide the flushing of her cheeks.
"Huh? Oh... I mean... that..."
There is no time to pay attention to Miss Stuart's small movements now. Jenkins wants to say something incoherently, but every thought of his will be rejected by reason.
The cat quietly thought about the possible impact of this incident on its own life, but Miss Stuart bent down to pick up the teacup but couldn't get up for a long time. Only Alexia was looking straight into Jenkins' dodging eyes, and the man couldn't read the emotion in those beautiful eyes.
"No need to be so nervous, Jenkins, it's normal, isn't it?"
the woman said softly.
"I… "
"Dolores, come and explain to our writer, what kind of life a young handsome unmarried aristocratic male usually leads."
"Um?"
Dolores didn't expect to be involved in the conversation. She looked to Julia for help, but the maid rarely said anything.
"Yes, I think most of the private lives of unmarried male nobles will be messy."
She stammered, blushing and not looking anyone in the eye.
"Before my father got married, he had many lovers... and even after he got married."
She didn't even know how she said the last sentence, but it was impossible to take back what she said. Dolores only hoped that everyone present did not understand the metaphor of that sentence.
"Yes, Jenkins, you don't have to panic, it's not something immoral. Let me guess which lucky lady it is... Britney Mihail? No, it's not."
She watches Jenkins' expression, deciphering the answers he's pondering.
"I think Miss Michel would be a good candidate, blondes are always welcome... Hathaway Hessa? Oh, it seems to be true, I guess it must be the charming noble lady who took the initiative .Jenkins, look at your face, this is probably what is called shyness..."
After finishing speaking, she actually laughed softly. The voice was obviously light, but Jenkins had the illusion of shuddering.
He sniffed, trying to reach out and tease the chocolate to bring up a new topic. But Chocolate didn't cooperate, and even pushed away the man's hand with his claws.
"You don't have to be shy, Jenkins, there's nothing serious about young men and women as you please."
The short lady took the initiative to grab Jenkins' right hand, and stroked the back of his hand twice with the other hand. In the tradition of the Kingdom of Fidiktli, this is a gesture to comfort a child.
"Yes, it's normal."
He thought that this is already the fourth week of February, Tuesday, and there are only 28 days in February, that is to say, this month will end on this Thursday, which seems to be... the day after tomorrow.
"Oops, after coming to Shire on a business trip, I seem to have forgotten Robert's request."
For a moment, he had the idea of never returning to Nolan. The idea was so strong that Jenkins was almost convinced.
PS: Three shifts