For everyone in Nolan City, the royal maid of Distant Loen is a stranger. But Jenkins knew very well that the church's investigation of Julia Minnewick had already begun the moment the two walked into Privet Drive together.
In fact, he wasn't afraid of others knowing his connection with Ruen, after all, it wasn't illegal. With the gradual improvement of his own abilities, Jenkins is trying to reveal his irrelevant secrets to his friends.
Lies will be exposed one day, and speaking out before being exposed is the best solution.
Julia looked very nervous. In Jenkins' cognition, she had always been the image of the perfect head maid, but this was the first time the head maid had encountered such a situation, especially Mary's extraordinary performance during dinner. enthusiasm.
Both Mary and Robert were surprised that Jenkins had brought a strange woman home, but they were equally happy that Jenkins had finally taken an extremely important step.
There was good conversation during the dinner and it was evident that the food from a top restaurant was very satisfying.
The only dissatisfaction is chocolate. Although it can predict the future to a certain extent, it is not completely omniscient. Today's matter has developed to such a point that the cat did not expect it.
It originally thought that it could really help stupid Jenkins.
"Meow~"
It's all the Duke's fault, Chocolate is very good at finding a suitable object for himself to vent.
Fortunately, during the dinner, Mary didn't ask strange questions like "When are you getting married?" Otherwise, everyone would be embarrassed except for the youngest son of the William family who only knows how to eat with his head down.
Jenkins was wearing his most expensive formal suit today, the one he wore to the coronation of the Son; Julia wore a ball gown that Jenkins had never seen before.
Except for that occasional encounter in the tavern, she was dressed as a maid on any occasion. So much so that when he first saw the beautiful fluffy skirt and the whole set of jewelry, Jenkins wondered why he hadn't noticed Julia's beauty before.
Julia Minswick is a typical Cannesian in the northern part of the continent, with a long and narrow head and face, the width of the head is only 3/4 of the length, a high nose bridge, a large forehead, and prominent brow ridges. Although she is not a typical blond girl, she is definitely a rare beauty with her good face, graceful//delicate figure and fair skin.
"Maybe it's because I've been by Miss Stuart's side all the time, so I haven't had a chance to dress myself up."
He guessed in his heart and nodded secretly at the same time.
The family had a happy dinner, and Mary offered to go to the Royal Opera House outside the city to enjoy the opera together.
This is also something that was planned, so no one is surprised. Jenkins didn't have to worry about other girls discovering what happened tonight, because they really didn't have time.
The opera started and all the lights in the auditorium were extinguished. When the first loud voice appeared, Jenkins remembered that he still had something to say to Robert.
His father was sitting on his left, so he nudged him lightly with his elbow.
"Have you received my letter from Shire?"
He asked softly, and the letter explained the general situation of Oakland Williams who was buried in the cemetery.
"I received it. I think the plan to move the tomb can be carried out when the spring is fully started. We really can't let poor old Oakland sleep alone in a foreign land."
Robert also replied in a low voice.
"That's good, this is for you."
He withdrew his right hand from patting the cat, then reached into his neckline and took out from the shallow breast pocket of his shirt the metal nugget that Oakland Williams' landlord had given him.
"This is a relic from Oakland. It is said to belong to the Williamette family."
"oh?"
Robert took the thing in the dark, felt it with his palm for a while, and then, like Jenkins, reached into his chest, but what he took out was the chain hanging around his neck.
"for you."
He returned his chain and the metal block that Jenkins handed over to Jenkins, and Jenkins discovered that the necklace hanging on it seemed to be made of the same material.
After fiddling with both hands, as long as they exerted force, they could actually butt together tightly, forming a larger irregularly shaped metal object.
The original owner also had this thing in his memory, but the three brothers thought it was a strange souvenir that Robert found somewhere.
"What's this?"
"My grandfather, your great-grandfather, was also three brothers."
The middle-aged man looked up at the performance on the stage while recalling the past in a low voice.
"Before your great-grandfather died, a strange necklace was divided into three parts and handed over to those three people for safekeeping. Your grandfather was the youngest son, and his piece was passed down to me; the eldest brother's piece disappeared, and their family The person who moved away in the previous generation; Judging from the shape, what you brought is the piece of the second brother. I really didn’t expect the story my father told me when I was young, it turned out to be true... I thought this hanging piece The pendant is a souvenir he got from somewhere."
"Now... you gave it to me?"
Jenkins stuttered and had to control his volume. The cat's eyes were shining in the dark, but after looking at what Jenkins was holding for a while, he lost interest.
"Yes, you can keep it and pass it on to your son one day. Maybe one day, he will be able to find the last piece by accident. I want to see what it looks like when it is stitched together. "
The handsome middle-aged man still didn't look into Jenkins' eyes, but for some reason, his tone was suddenly full of sentimentality:
"Wish I could see the day... You know what, Jenkins, I hope you name your older son 'Robert' as a middle name. I really hope you live long enough for all three of you to have families That day, your birth, was just around the corner for me, when you were not as old as your cat... "
The two metal blocks were ordinary items, and Jenkins' hands were sweaty, and he suddenly felt sad holding them in his palm for some reason.
"I'm Jenkins Williams."
He watched the performance on the stage with an expression on his face, repeating the sentence he had repeated countless times in his heart. The lights were flickering on the stage, and it was very lively, but it had nothing to do with him, and a feeling of an outsider appeared in his heart.
[Observer], flashing a faint purple light.