Paying someone to take it home is also an option, but Jenkins rejects this indignity. He must get through this difficult time perfectly in front of Robert and Mary, so he must choose a lady who has a good relationship with the same age and is suitable for inviting to the banquet.
"It's really difficult."
Return to Nolan from the inn, then turn into the alley with your own cat. Moving his eyes down a little bit, and looking at the kitten walking in front of him, Jenkins had a bold idea.
Thinking of doing it, he immediately called the cat not to go forward, but took it into the dead alley next to it.
When you reach the brick wall that blocks the road, insert the bouquet in your hand into the gap between the steam pipe and the wall, and put the suitcase at your feet. He squatted down, smiled and held the cat in his arms.
"Chocolate, can you help me?"
If he didn't know how to read minds, Chocolate would even mistakenly think that the man in front of him was finally going to attack the petite cat.
"Look, your golden retriever saved your life, and it saved mine, and now it has the last one left..."
Because it is very shameful to ask his pet cat for help, he can only squat down and hug the cat, and speak in a very small voice in the cat's ear.
"Now I need help. Can you use the last golden retriever to conjure a woman who can perfectly meet my requirements? It only takes one night. After dinner, no one can remember her kind. In this way, Robert and Mary You won't bother me anymore."
While talking, shake your arms so that the cat can lie down more comfortably. Jenkins was disgusted by his actions, and in fact was disgusted. He never thought that one day he would turn to his pet for help.
"Meow~"
Chocolate let out a reserved cry, flicking its tail back and forth, apparently in a good mood.
It's a good idea, but the cat knows it's not a good time to help. There would soon be an event that would take up all his time before the dinner party, and only a last-minute help would teach Jenkins the importance of the cat.
"Meow~"
Thinking of this, the cat wondered whether it was really good for Jenkins to push those human women away.
Chocolat's non-response made Jenkins wonder if the cat could really actively control that magical golden hair. But he doesn't understand cat language and can't communicate with cats, which is a very difficult thing to do.
While squatting there and continuing to think of a solution, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from above. Before he had time to react, a human body fell straight from the roof and landed on a garbage dump not far away.
The building was not too high, and the fallen man struggled for a while before getting up by himself. He turned around and met Jenkins' eyes.
"It's him again!"
A feeling of being teased came to his mind. He couldn't remember exactly how many times he had met this man since this morning, but this obviously couldn't be explained by coincidence.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?"
After measuring the difference in force between the two, Jenkins stood up angrily and grabbed the man by the collar. He didn't want to make such a rude gesture, but the current situation is too much.
"Heh, heh..."
The grabbed man was clearly delirious, with rolled eyes and suspicious froth at the corners of his mouth.
"I know you are still sane now, don't pretend to be pitiful with me, what's going on?"
Jenkins' tone became more and more fierce, and his brows frowned.
Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, Jenkins threw the middle-aged man in his hand back to the garbage dump like garbage. Turning around and looking fiercely at the group of people standing at the entrance of the alley, he asked the leading foreign duke:
"So, you are playing tricks on this matter?"
Although Jenkins claims to be a gentleman, he usually has a good temper—this can be proved by chocolate, but when he encounters very disturbing things, he is actually very easy to fall into strange emotions due to impatience.
Because the cat knows Jenkins's personality, every time Jenkins has something to do, he will act as a well-behaved cat, so he will be more and more favored by Mr. Writer.
And the foreign duke in front of him took the initiative to appear before Jenkins took the initiative to ask for trouble, especially when Jenkins was facing a major life decision, it was really unfortunate.
"Duke Antak?"
The cat heard an unusual emotion from the sound, so it stood at Jenkins' feet very obediently and waited to watch the show.
clap clap ~
The foreign duke didn't have the cat's ability to perceive words and expressions. He even clapped his hands in the alley, and his white-gloved hands clashed with each other, making a dull sound.
"Hello, Baron William, oh, you should be called Viscount. This is our first meeting..."
Not really.
"Actually, we met once. I appeared in your public class, but you didn't seem to notice me. Those financial knowledge are indeed very remarkable. You are a rare smart person."
Although he was praising Jenkins, in fact his head was still slightly raised in an arrogant posture.
"Is there anything you can do with me?"
"It's nothing... I just hate you. I made a marriage request to Marquis Mihail a few days ago, but he rejected it. After a little research, I found you. You are really in the way, William. "
There was no need to hide the malice on the Duke's face, which made Jenkins' evaluation of him a lot lower. He originally thought that this was a rare and self-aware nobleman.
The Marquis Michael holds the Nolan Navy, one of the most important armies of the Fidetictli Kingdom, and the Fidetictli Kingdom's navy itself is the most powerful of the three kingdoms. The young Duke of Antak could be forgiven for wanting to marry Britney, but not forgivable.
Because Britney likes another girl.
"You probably don't know what happened today?"
The Duke sneered and took a step back, letting his bodyguards surround him. He was wearing a simple black coat, but looking closely at the stitches and buttons, he could tell that the dress was a high-end custom-made one.
"With the help of my supporters, I recently learned a very interesting ability. Oh, you probably don't understand what I'm talking about, but that's okay."
His voice was very arrogant. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians on the street at this time. When they saw a group of tall and burly men standing here, they subconsciously avoided them, otherwise he would be regarded as mentally ill.
PS: School is about to start, so sad...