"I'm sorry man, I'll pay you back, it's a nice yard, my lawn isn't as well-groomed as yours. Oh shit, can you get me some water? I'm dying of thirst!"
The knight also noticed that his mount had damaged the lawn, so he said so. His words were a little rough, but at least not vulgar. Shaking the reins, the restless horse was quiet for a while. The horse had a bad temper, but it raised its head to stare at Jenkins and Chocolate for a while, and then lowered its head docilely.
"Okay, water... what would you like to drink?"
Jenkins asked uncertainly, but he was actually very happy.
"That's a really good question. Is there any wine? It should be good to moisten your throat with wine."
"some."
Jenkins nodded, turned around and walked into the house, while the knight waited quietly outside, his face full of expectation.
Before Miss Briony Ance fell into a coma, she mentioned that the things the clown could provide were 'red nose bomb', 'clown's space pocket' and 'color-changing wig', and the clown accepted different desserts. Jenkins therefore guessed that providing different services to knockers should have different gains.
He actually wanted the "Joker's Space Pocket" very badly, because it was obviously a space-type storage item, and it was something Jenkins dreamed of. Now the clown is gone, but Jenkins notices the knight's marching pack slung from the side of his horse's back...
Because he doesn't drink, Jenkins only has some red wine at home that he bought last winter when he stored grain for the winter. But the guy outside should not just be satisfied with red wine, Jenkins thought for a while, and confirmed that the two women on the sofa had really passed out, so he went to the basement and directly used [reading] to create a large number of wines that he could make. out of the wine.
The wines were bottled in glass with corks. The bottles are placed in each space in the wooden box, and the spaces are also cushioned with straw to prevent falling.
The shipment took more than half of Jenkins' soul, but it was all worth it. He struggled back to the door with a whole box of wine in his arms, and the knight immediately showed a surprised expression.
"I really don't know how to thank you!"
He asked Jenkins for another rope, and laboriously fixed the box of wine on the horse's back. The poor horse seemed to be unable to bear the weight, but when the knight got on the horse again, he still stood there firmly.
"Well-meaning people, I'm going on a great adventure again. This is for you, as a thank you gift for this box of wine and compensation for your lawn."
He took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it at Jenkins. The gold coin fell so fast that Jenkins subconsciously stepped out of the door and bent down to catch it.
When he straightened up, the knight and his horse were gone. Looking at the house with the open door, the light from the gas lamp makes the house look beautiful, which also means that A-04-1-6671 is over.
Only the horseshoe prints on the ground could prove that it was not a hallucination, but Jenkins did not return to the house, but looked up at the corner of St. George Street.
He hesitated at the same spot, approached the house again to pick up the key, then closed the door, held the gold coin and pushed open the gate, and walked along the street to the corner of St. George Avenue under the dim street lights.
The old carriage that brought the fortune-teller here was parked around the corner. The driver's face was covered by a hat, and he stood in front of the carriage and waited for Jenkins. Seeing Jenkins approaching, he took off his hat, revealing his scorched face.
"Let me think about it, damn it, I didn't notice it just now, I've seen it more than once."
Mr. Writer's voice was very steady, and the cat knew that this meant that he was a little angry now.
"A-11-2-3301, [malicious coachman]."
He said the name, and snorted coldly: "Accept the transaction of mortals, and transport the passengers who intend to board the car to any corner of the world. When did you start transporting weird things?"
He tossed the sin coin in his hand - soul gold, and asked:
"So I'm still very curious about how A-04-1-6671 invaded my yard just now. According to my understanding, the border of my home should actively refuse the entry of malicious people."
"It's very simple, because you invited it...'Please come in', this sentence was said to the carriage, and there were more than those two mortals in the carriage at that time."
The coachman replied sullenly.
"So the boy didn't come into my house just now because I only invited him into the yard."
Jenkins concluded in his mind.
He stepped into the carriage, his eyes observed the black air covering the vehicle body, and the ferocious faces made of those air struggled on the surface of the carriage, and what he could observe with the naked eye was the shadow under the driver's feet under the dim streetlights, which seemed to be trembling. tentacles licking the shadow of the carriage.
"Can you deliver? Who hired you to deliver A-04-1-6671 to my house?"
Jenkins asked again, with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand hanging down naturally. But if you look carefully, you can find that his left hand is holding the metal block in his pocket, which makes his clothes bulge, and his right hand is in a state of holding a sword. He can summon the Holy Bone Sword to stab forward at any time.
"I can't disclose the information of the employer, this is the rule."
"But you were delivering this shipment, but you didn't leave immediately, but stayed here and waited for me to come out. Don't tell me you are looking at the moon."
The driver obviously understood Jenkins' sarcasm, he tightened his worn-out jacket, and accidentally exposed the collar of his purple sweater.
The right hand stretched forward slightly, and made a gesture of twisting fingers, which meant something self-evident.
"What price did those who asked you to send A-04-1-6671 over?"
Jenkins nodded, agreeing to the deal.
"10 gallons of virgin blood, 666 gallons of industrial strength alcohol, 200 stone black pine, 30 black cat's eye gemstones, a 16-year-old boy who broke the traveler's nine commandments."
It's a series of things that don't make sense.
"Although this looks like a lot, it's just something for mortals, right?"
Jenkins asked.
"Yes, there is also a copy of [Devil Document], a grand living sacrifice and an unexpected summon."
The coachman added, and then reminded:
"If you want to know the employer who paid this price, at least give me the fee first. It may not be much to you, great man, but it is very valuable to us. I trust your credit, but You are the god of lies after all..."