"As long as I get through today's difficulties, I will have the energy to clean up that sword... and tomorrow's baptism, the keeper of secrets seems to have mentioned last night that the ceremony of learning [Blessing of Books] will also be held there. As long as I master this divine technique, I think I really have nothing to fear."
Jenkins was still thinking about it as he walked to the carriage.
"Meow~"
The cat echoed Jenkins' soliloquy, but knew he couldn't do it.
The coachman also saw the approaching young man and his cat, and his professional sensitivity allowed him to see that Jenkins was the guest who was going to ride. Just as he was standing up to say hello, a person suddenly jumped out from behind, startling the coachman.
"I want to take a car and go to Malfoy Bookstore."
The person who came was wet, like a water ghost crawling out of the river. He was trembling all over, with his hands folded in front of his chest and his neck shrunk, his face pale and even pitiful.
"It turned out that he still jumped down..."
The coachman was greeted by a desperate man who had just been fired, and Jenkins was glad he wasn't dead.
"Take this gentleman away first, he seems to need this carriage more. God, it is too bad to fall into the water in this weather."
Jenkins said graciously to the driver that the driver knew that the man was in a good mood today when he saw him holding a flower in one hand and a suitcase in the other.
Smiling apologetically at Jenkins, he helped the drenched middle-aged man into the carriage.
"What a coincidence, how many times have you met him today?"
Jenkins mused as he strolled down the street looking for the next carriage. A wonderful feeling got into his heart, this "coincidence" seemed too coincidental.
"Um… "
The True Eye looked around and found no additional colors. It's just that the aura on Chocolate's body has become stronger, which means that the cat is becoming more powerful.
Although I don't know how ordinary extraordinary animals strengthen themselves, they probably won't be as lazy as chocolate every day.
In the half a year since adopting this cat, I have never seen a cat focus on doing something. It was interested longest in the seeds of those fantasy flowers, but lost interest in them at the end of winter.
He found another carriage and hurried to Earl Hesha's mansion. It was very unfortunate that Earl Hessa was at home. In the morning of such a worker, he did not go to the naval headquarters or the city hall, but stayed at home to supervise his youngest son's homework, which was really surprising.
What's even more embarrassing is that Jenkins once threatened this middle-aged man, and the relationship between the two has become very delicate since then.
Earl Hesha, with extremely powerful eyes, looked at the visiting young man with a kind of scrutiny, which made the reception room awkward for a while. Both of them have serious expressions on the surface, and even the action of picking up the teacup is impeccable, but in fact they are both annoyed because they can't find something to talk about.
"Is Hathaway home?"
In the end it was Jenkins who spoke first.
"She has gone to visit her aunt in Mainz and will be back tomorrow."
"..."
It happened to be eleven o'clock in the morning when he appeared near the mansion of Marquis Mihail. Jenkins met the man who attempted suicide at the intersection again because he was fired.
He was standing on the second floor of the apartment building, arguing with a woman with a loud voice. The content of the quarrel seemed to be that the man had brought something weird and in the way back home.
The voice of the middle-aged man was a little hoarse, falling into the water in this season, catching a cold is inevitable. I just hope that he has not caught up with the tail of the winter flu. Now that the plague is about to break out, it is absolutely impossible for sick people to find a job.
"Why did you meet him again?"
Jenkins was secretly alert in his heart, but he opened his eyes again to look around, and found no suspicious people or objects. But the thing that the middle-aged man picked up was very unusual. Judging from the color and shape of the dim golden aura, it was likely to be construction waste discarded by the church.
It exists in the church all the year round, so that those building materials also have some magical abilities, but they don't know why they were thrown into the river.
"Could it be that when the carriage transporting garbage passed the bridge, because the wheels pressed against the seams where the bridge was being repaired, the things piled up on the carriage fell into the water?"
He felt he had found the truth.
When the butler of Mihail's house led Jenkins in, Marquis Mihail was not at home. Because visiting as Jenkins Williams is considered a visit among nobles, Miss Michael's mother and the second son who happened to be at home temporarily received Jenkins and his cat.
"Is Britney home now?"
"She and her friends went to Harms Manor in the south of the city. I heard that Miss Harms brought a new style of grass ball game from Cheslan Kingdom."
"..."
In the far northern country of Loen, when I saw Miss Stuart, it was one o'clock in the Nolan time. For some reason, Alexia's spiritual magnet was in the hands of the princess, who was in the carriage with her maid.
Judging from the voices outside the car, they were walking through the bustling city, and none of the women expected Jenkins to appear suddenly.
"Good morning, Miss Stuart, good morning, Miss Minnwick... Where is Alexia now?"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Williams. The teacher has just left for the tower. I have applied for a half-day visit for her. She will not be back until midnight today."
Her Royal Highness maintained a dignified smile, and asked softly while pulling her skirt with both hands:
"Do you have anything to ask Mr. Miller?"
"I… "
In fact, it is also possible to invite Miss Stuart, and Jenkins thinks she will not refuse. But in an instant, he thought that the third princess was only sixteen years old, and bringing a sixteen-year-old girl home might cause big trouble. And her identity is sensitive, even if Jenkins doesn't really mind letting Nolan's church know that he has something to do with Ruen, he must not involve a princess.
"It's okay, I just want to talk to her about the tree house..."
Such an important banquet invitation should have been sent out a week or even a month in advance. But Jenkins was so busy this month that he reached the last day of the month without paying attention.
He had thought about the difficulties he would encounter, such as not knowing which lady to choose to invite. But it never occurred to him that he couldn't find anyone who could bring him home.
The incident is filled with a sense of absurd comicality, and the malevolence of life is once again revealed in front of Jenkins.