After spitting out the blade of grass he was biting in his mouth, the man took off his hat and nodded slightly to Jenkins as a greeting. Not overly enthusiastic, but also very polite.
"Is Miss Michael here too?"
Guessing in his mind, Jenkins also nodded to the coachman, then walked up the steps, passed the rusted iron gate at the corner and turned into the building.
Those adopted stray pets seem to be kept in the backyard, so the indoor air is still relatively clean.
He was dressed very maturely today, and the chocolate itself was well-groomed. The receptionist politely guided him to the office he needed to go to.
Because he generously paid the city pet management fee, the process of registering the chocolate was smooth. But it was unwilling to put on the collar with Jenkins' address on it, and even scratched Jenkins' hand during the escape.
"forget about it."
Jenkins dropped his collar, stuffed the documents into his coat pocket, and chased downstairs with his cane.
The kitten didn't run fast, and Jenkins found it at the door of a closed iron door on the second floor.
"Don't wear it without a collar, but don't get lost and find your home."
He said to the cat, and the chocolate jumped into the owner's arms again.
"You're too smart."
He said with a little emotion, if it weren't for the lack of aura in the cat, Jenkins would even suspect that it was a creature with extremely high intelligence.
"Huh?"
The air seemed to be getting colder. Jenkins raised his eyebrows, reached out and tapped his temple, and saw a faint cat-like spirit floating out of the iron gate a step away.
Although the evil spirits in the hospital were killed by Jenkins and the monsters were taken away, the evil spirits born of them are still in Nolan City, and the church combat troops who have just returned are expected to be busy for a while. Of course, this one may also be naturally generated.
With a light wave of the cane, the spirit body was turned into smoke, and the temperature immediately returned to normal.
"Very weak."
While walking out the door with chocolate in his arms, Jenkins passed by a young lady in a long dress holding a pure white cat. While there was no one nearby, Jenkins stretched out his hand and pressed the chocolate scratch to heal the shallow paw prints.
Just as he walked down the steps outside the building, he looked up and saw Britney Michel and Hathaway Hertha walking side by side, followed by a few servants who had just circled around from behind the building.
Both of them were wearing fitted light yellow lace tops today, with continuous red patterns embroidered on the neckline, and the cuffs were slightly turned outward to reveal their white wrists. Miss Michel was also holding a parasol to cover the two of them from the not so glaring sun, which was suitable for going out.
When Hesha saw Jenkins, she was obviously taken aback.
"Miss Michael, Miss Hesha."
When we meet, we naturally want to say hello.
"Mr. Williams, what a coincidence here?"
Britney Mihail chuckled, "I heard that you have moved to St. George Street, how is your life?"
"Thank you for your introduction. Baron Leonard's house is very comfortable. I really don't know how to thank you for your help."
"this is nothing."
The three walked towards the outside of the management center together. Of course, the gentleman Jenkins couldn't get as close as the two ladies.
"I can't say thank you. Dad has something good there. If you can inform me, that's all right."
She squinted her eyes and paused, because Hesha hadn't spoken since seeing Jenkins.
"Papa Oliver should have said about my hobby of occult items."
"Of course."
Jenkins nodded, and Miss Michael lightly touched her companion's arm with her arm, and caught sight of Jenkins' walking stick.
"Is this the cane of a psychic? I saw it when I invited you to a party last time, but I didn't recognize it."
"Really? This is a gift from my father. He said that as an apprentice in an antique shop, he should have a cane that is suitable for his status."
"That's such a pity. I told my father so many times, but he still didn't sell it to me. This is the cane used by the deceased famous psychic Jeff Puff. It may have some mystic abilities. .”
"With all due respect, I still don't think that besides the great righteous gods, there are additional magical powers. Only gods can..."
He babbled on and on about the greatness of God, like a missionary in a black robe. Miss Mihail looked a little unhappy, Hesha only remembered to speak.
"I don't know what Mr. Williams wants to do here this time?"
The tone is a little unnatural, is she still worried about what happened yesterday evening
"Oh, it's my cat, Chocolate."
"so cute."
Hesha nodded, "But watch carefully, the kitten is very naughty, I accidentally lost it..."
Miss Michael touched her, interrupted the red-haired girl, and smiled apologetically at Jenkins.
"I'm really sorry, we just saw the group of poor cats abandoned by the owner in the back, Hathaway felt too deeply."
"Does the management center keep a lot of stray cats?"
"Yes, they are very poor, so my friends and I paid some gold pounds, and asked the management center to take care of them."
She showed a slightly regretful expression: "Even so, there are still many unattended pets in the city. Recently, I plan to persuade my father to set up a functional office in the municipal department of Nolan City to manage them, hoping to improve the cat's health. their lives."
Jenkins tried not to look contemptuous on his face, the conversation he had just had with the coachman had not been forgotten.
"Do you think I'm a naive young lady?"
Mademoiselle Michael stopped and asked with raised eyebrows.
Jenkins pursed his lips and shook his head.
"Believe me, Mr. Williams, I can see more than you. Cats need attention, and people need attention, but we can only mind our own business."
This sentence seems to have a different meaning. Thinking of the complicated family story of the Marquis family that he heard from his father, Jenkins immediately understood.
She is a daughter who cannot inherit the title, but even so, the elder brother is still on guard against possible threats. So she can use her sympathy to control the cat, but she must not try to control other things.
Nodding knowingly, Miss Hesha finally returned to her normal weak performance, and praised Jenkins with a chuckle:
"Mr. Williams seems to have figured it out. You should be the kind of genius that the elders call you."
"I won the prize, I won the prize."
He hastily waved his hands.
The three continued to talk, but tacitly did not mention the slightly sensitive topic just now.
"I wonder if Mr. Williams has plans for his next book?"