"You look troubled."
Pop hardly concealed his schadenfreude as he descended the stairs. He saw that Jenkins was unpacking the cake box for the impatient chocolate. After opening the carton along the gaps and buckles, there was a cream cake dotted with tempting strawberries.
"I feel like I'm stuck in an emotional quagmire."
Jenkins said weakly.
"It's a phase that young people have to go through, and you get used to it."
The old man said cheerfully, and took out the text that had just been taken back to the counter.
"Jenkins, a young and promising aristocratic youth like you should have gotten into the trouble of being pursued by girls at this age."
"Father, are you laughing at me?"
He leaned halfway on the counter, holding a special spoon for chocolate, and delivered a spoonful of cream to the cat's mouth. The cat squatted obediently on the counter, raised its head and widened its eyes. When it saw the spoon being handed over, it immediately opened its mouth wide. On both sides of its furry cheeks, its short whiskers were trembling.
"It would be nice if women were as accessible as chocolate."
He couldn't help sighing, because the movement of his hands stopped because of speaking. The cat immediately patted Jenkins' hand with its small paw, telling him to hurry up.
The old man laughed lightly, shook his head and did not intend to refute this sentence. Jenkins fed his cat some more butter, planning to move on to the bread underneath.
"Speaking of love, what happened to the cursed man and woman some time ago? It's the couple who cycled in and out of the painting."
Jenkins asked boredly. He had been focusing on the undead some time ago, so he didn't pay attention to that matter.
"I heard that the Holy See asked the sages for their opinions. The sages issued an oracle and agreed to help them lift the curse. I don't know the specific details. If you are interested, you can go to the church and ask."
"Is that woman and that painting still in Nolan?"
"Still, the woman lives in the church, but is restricted to go out. Because of the curse, the painting cannot meet her, so it is now in the evergreen forest. As for the giver who chased and killed the woman, his family suffered a lot. The curse is not serious, the church has already used divine magic to purify it, and he has left Nolan after registering as a benefactor half a month ago."
"That's it."
Jenkins nodded, and wanted to go to the church to thank that woman. It was thanks to her that the [Real Phantom] was discovered in the shadowless lamp.
In this way, it came to the off-duty time safely, and Jenkins finished reading the first 20 pages of the book. According to this progress, he might not be able to finish reading the book completely in the middle of the month.
As for the chocolate, after eating dessert, I fell asleep again. When Jenkins said goodbye to his father, he was full of energy, meowing in anticipation of the content of dinner.
The batch of antiques will be transported to the art exhibition tomorrow, so the father told Jenkins to come a little earlier. That batch of goods has been loaded into the car now, and will be pulled from the warehouse area to the antique shop for another inspection by the old man tomorrow morning, and then delivered by Jenkins to the venue of the art exhibition.
After leaving the antique shop and heading home, Jenkins wrote some reader letters in the living room while Mrs. Mahart, the maid, prepared dinner.
At seven o'clock, when the lights came on, I settled the previous week's salary with Mrs. Mahart. When sending her out, he ran into Mr. Goodman, a neighbor who was off work.
Jenkins suddenly thought of meeting his mirror image in the mirror world, so he greeted him with a smile and talked a few words about the latest epidemic prevention methods.
On the other side, the house of Mrs. Mistalla Frante, the neighbor, was not lit. She was not at home, and she seemed to be out on errands.
Feeling the night breeze in early spring, when I pulled the fence door and wanted to turn around and return to the house, I heard the sound of a carriage in the distance. Turning around, I saw an old-fashioned carriage turning into St. George Street from the intersection, and then stopped in front of me.
"Miss Audrey, Miss Broniance, good evening, please come in."
These were unexpected visitors, and Jenkins had planned to visit them again this weekend. But since he is here, he must be invited to sit at home, but because of what happened last time, Jenkins has already become a little afraid of the two fortune tellers.
Visitors brought desserts as visiting gifts, which served as Jenkins' late-night snack, but most likely ended up with cheap chocolate.
After exchanging pleasantries with rubbish topics such as the weather, the two parties sat down and Jenkins prepared tea before getting into the main topic.
"Williamette, your 'performance' in the Evergreen Forest was excellent, and your performance at the Opera House was quite good. I think, you should have got what you deserved."
Miss Broniance is very straightforward. The middle-aged woman's voice is very gentle, but her tone is very strong. Miss Audrey shook her head at Jenkins apologetically, her current position was very awkward.
"What I want to get..."
He looked at the women ponderingly, and he knew that this meant the "Emblem of the Savior".
"I appreciate your help, Miss Broniance, and I will not deny that."
Tapping the soft cushions of the sofa with his fingers, Jenkins was considering what he wanted to express.
"I probably know a little about the mission that fate has arranged for me. It's a great honor... But I want to know what you can get from me."
"Our school pursues fate, gains strength through the tide of fate, and understands the world. Helping you is to help the tide of fate flow in the most correct direction. This is what I want to get."
The woman replied, glanced at the teacup Jenkins was serving his guests, took a sip from it, and added:
"For example, Audrey's prophecy about the black cat, the cemetery, and the elderberry. This is her observation of fate. With your efforts, this observation really appeared, so she gained new power and Realize."
"I probably understand."
These things were as expected. Even before Miss Bronione appeared, Jenkins had guessed why Miss Audrey insisted on teaching him divination courses.
"In terms of divination, even with Miss Audrey's serious teaching, I still haven't gotten started. But I also have my own understanding of fate. Those who pursue it deliberately often get nothing... Miss Broniance, what you have done is better than catering to fate. , more like manipulating fate."
"It doesn't matter, what matters is that we are helping you."
The middle-aged woman pointed it out, but it still made Jenkins uncomfortable.
He looked at his divination teacher, Miss Audrey, and the woman nodded:
"teacher… "
Miss Audrey is no longer willing to hide her relationship with Miss Broance.