The heat storage capacity of water is much stronger than that of air. With the rise of red and blue moons and the arrival of night, the temperature of the land drops rapidly, forming a temperature difference with the sea surface. Under the influence of the temperature field of the gradient distribution, the smog shrouded in the city spontaneously flows to the ocean area with less air density.
Jenkins could see the entire street, even from the corner.
The pocket watch clicked, and Miss Lark in disguise did not appear until eleven o'clock at midnight.
Jenkins first made some noise on purpose, and then came out, putting his hands on his chest to reveal his soul emblem.
"Sometimes I suspect that you actually have the ability to transfer souls, just like the evil spirits that the Orthodox Church has to deal with recently."
Miss Bailing's cold voice came.
Now knowing her true identity, Jenkins could still hear a familiar voice no matter how much she disguised her voice.
"Sorry, tomorrow is a party, and I have to call you out today."
He said in a somewhat apologetic tone.
"It doesn't matter, do you want to trade now? No one wants to buy that chain ability, what kind of items can you come up with?"
Standing in the shadow of the brick wall, she held out her hand to signal Jenkins to stay away.
"I didn't find the item."
I feel ashamed myself.
"Actually, I want to ask for your help today."
Miss Bai Ling did not move, quietly waiting for Jenkins to speak.
"I can't attend the party tomorrow, so I hope you can inform me how to confirm the time for the next party the night after tomorrow. I can pay you."
Neither of them spoke again, and Jenkins stood there waiting for the woman opposite to make a decision.
"Okay, but you need to help me with one thing."
After a few minutes, she said calmly.
"What's up?"
"I need you to test a man, William Jenkins, writer of Stranger Tales. I want to know if he is the Giver."
Silence fell again, but this time for a different reason.
"How should I test myself?"
He had doubts in his heart. It seemed that the encounter at the corner that day made her suspicious. But on second thought, maybe this is an opportunity.
"I've heard of this great writer. But you should be clear that for illegal gifters like us, it's best not to provoke this kind of public figure."
"Do me this favor, no matter what kind of item you find next time, we can trade that chain ability. Of course, I won't accept Type A."
"It's impossible for me to find a C class."
Jenkins added, after much consideration, he had already decided to agree in his heart.
"A reminder, the set of chain abilities I sold has certain hidden dangers, you have to think about it."
"I'll talk about this later, how can I prove my conclusion?"
"I just need the result."
"Do you trust me that much?"
"... There is no way to do this. But you must not appear in front of him. I hope you can use gentler means to try."
"no problem."
Jenkins almost knew what Miss Hesha was thinking. Miss Michael didn't know what happened to the so-called Great Necromancer's cane, but as the gifter, she might know that it was a transcendent item through other means.
Combined with Miss Michel's repeated requests, but the old man didn't sell it to her, but Jenkins, a young apprentice, got it easily. She probably suspected that Jenkins was also the gifter, so she tricked the cane from her father.
As for why he was unwilling to let Mr. Candle appear in front of Jenkins, it should be because he was worried that Mr. Candle would ask him about being hunted down yesterday evening, thus revealing his identity.
After discussing the details of this matter, Miss Bailing turned around and was about to leave.
"Please wait a moment."
Jenkins yelled again.
She took a few steps back warily.
"No malice, but I heard that you are now wanted by the church of [Death and the End]. My news is fairly well-informed, and you seem to be involved in the affairs of the hospital."
"Your information is not well-informed. I was just implicated. And it's not wanted, it's just being tracked down."
Her voice was a little cold, and she sounded angry.
"So you were implicated by that black-robed man?"
"Yes...you can't say that, why, you want to buy the information about that night?"
"Of course not, but I'm afraid Mr. Hood will refuse you to join the party again."
"I've known Mr. Hood before any of you, and he'll believe me."
Jenkins nodded, "That's good. I came to this strange city by steam train. I don't know many people. I wish you peace and see you on Wednesday night."
"… Thanks."
Jenkins shook his head, and walked along the garbage street like a walk with his hands behind his back.
Investigating the Jenkins Williams matter is naturally easy, but the important thing is what should be the result
Jenkins mused as he walked under the moon.
"Tell her that Jenkins is not a benefactor. The advantage is that this troublesome matter can be ended immediately. The disadvantage is that if Jenkins, the big name, shows his feet in front of Miss Hesha in the future, it will also reduce the credibility of Mr. Candle's small name."
The feral cat jumped down from the low roof, and Jenkins stopped to watch it run into the distance.
"Tell her that Jenkins is an illegal benefactor. The advantage is that Miss Hesha will contact this 'companion' with a high probability, and Jenkins can get more channels; the disadvantage is that it is appropriate to open another trumpet in this way. This time The trumpet is: a fledgling and very immature writer bestower."
Jenkins nodded, remembering that Chocolate, the kitten at home, was sleepless.
"Tell her Jenkins is the church scribe...unless I'm really crazy."
The next day, although Jenkins will not be assigned to the front line as a logistics treatment staff, night operations are always a dangerous thing. Dad didn't take part in night operations, but to be on the safe side, he asked Jenkins to take a trip to the black market during the day and prepare as much as possible.
In addition, he also lent Jenkins a powder pistol that could be fired repeatedly.
Jenkins has always planned to buy a gun, no matter whether his father's network or the black market, there are guns for sale, but he can't make up his mind.
In the afternoon, Jenkins left the chocolates with Papa and rode to church in a buggy.
Captain Bincy's squad was here most of the time as a guard of the church. He wasn't in charge of the operation, so Jenkins was assigned to another perimeter security team, provisional number 092.
I don't know if it was to take care of Jenkins, a rookie who participated in a group mission for the first time. Most of the scribes in the team were known during the previous treatment.
PS: It is said that it will be on the shelves next Friday.