The future that B-07-1-6233 showed Jenkins was indeed interesting, but Jenkins didn't know about it, otherwise he must have heard some clues in the chant that the girl sang.
After waking up again, Mr. Writer finally vomited out uncontrollably. Even in God's vomit, the mixture of breakfast and gastric juice still gave off a strange smell. This caused a little excitement, and the host Baron Tarlac finally noticed the movement here, and was very worried and wanted to find a doctor for Jenkins, but he refused again.
At this time, the old painter Grant, who was looking for the carriage, also came back, but he had to squeeze through the crowd to see Jenkins. Under the coordination of the baron and the old painter, Jenkins got into the carriage supported by everyone, and Grant and Tarlac also boarded to see him off. The crowd went straight back to Papa's antique shop, and Papa was shocked by Jenkins' tragic appearance.
But fortunately B-07-1-6233 seems to be over, and the drowsiness has never returned after waking up for the last time. By the time he got to the antique shop, even the nausea had gone, leaving him with a severe headache.
The old man told the painter and the baron that he would continue to take care of Jenkins, and after they left, he quickly took Jenkins to the church. The series of checks didn't end until lunch time. Jenkins lay weakly in bed, watching Miss Bevanna and the nuns pushing the dining car into the room.
"What did you eat for breakfast? Now the test results show that you are healthy. The vomiting may be due to acute gastroenteritis, but it has been naturally cured by your body."
The woman asked softly, and then signaled the nuns to prepare lunch.
"I ate the leftover fried egg from the day before yesterday, boiled water last week, drank some meat porridge from last night, and ate a raw potato that had sprouted."
Jenkins said in a low voice, in fact, he ate a Chinese breakfast that was directly drawn.
"Don't eat sprouted potatoes anymore..."
Miss Bevanna cautioned, looking both pissed and amused.
Since there are no major problems, it's good to take a little rest. Dad also came to see Jenkins, said a few words, and then went back to the antique shop alone. Jenkins was going to finish his lunch here before leaving, because Bishop Parode came in after Miss Bevanna left, and then ordered Jenkins to rest in bed and not move around.
If Jenkins hadn't insisted on refusing, Bishop would even have wanted someone to feed him. This is a shameful act, Jenkins loudly refused, and swore to the sage that he was already healthy, so he was qualified to eat by himself with a plate.
Not telling what happened just now is also the result of careful consideration. Jenkins was still thinking as he fed the chocolate that the possibility just now seemed pretty good.
After lunch, I chatted with the bishop, whose hair has even tended to go back to black since being "overtreated" by Jenkins. In recent years, the bishop has gradually stopped going to the countryside once a month, but this year he has gone to the countryside twice a month with the missionary group.
The two talked about the follow-up to the opera house accident last week, and Jenkins cautiously asked about the church's attitude towards the war.
"No one likes war, except those who directly profit. The Church of the Sages does not support all-out war, but the Church of the Twelve has already decided not to interfere with the retaliation of the Fidetictli Kingdom to Cheslan, unless something happens Propensity for total war."
The war is really about to start. The newspapers this morning have reported that the big shots in Beldyran are having a meeting to discuss it, and the major newspapers of the Kingdom of Cheslan also published a strong response.
Although this incident was indeed the Duke of Antak's fault, the Kingdom of Cheslan is definitely not a fool who blindly compromises. Now the anger between the two countries has gradually spread to all aspects, and as a bystander, the Hampawa Kingdom has not publicly expressed its official opinions so far.
When talking about the situation, the issue of spies was also mentioned, and then the bishop pointed out that during the undead war last week, unknown forces actually sneaked into the city hall and stole some documents. According to the traces at the scene, it was a group of ordinary people, so the church was surprised that besides the guards of the Duke of Antak who was in charge of guarding the clock tower, there was still a force in charge of preventing ordinary people from A-06-1-6269[Good night, my child] method.
Jenkins pretended not to hear anything, and Dolores' men seemed to be doing something extra, but of course it had nothing to do with Mr. Writer who had been in the evergreen forest.
Back at the antique shop around two o'clock, Pop sneered a little at Jenkins for getting into trouble because he had a bad stomach. Jenkins couldn't refute, he could only whisper why the chocolate didn't hurt his stomach, and Dad found an excuse for him:
"Your cat seems to be able to eat anything. Haven't you noticed that chocolate has eaten too many things that are not suitable for cats?"
This is also irrefutable.
In the evening, the old painter specially bought some fruits and went to visit Jenkins in the antique shop. He really regarded Jenkins as a friend, so he spoke more casually.
"I think your sick appearance was photographed by those nasty reporters today, and there may be some unpleasant news tomorrow morning, Jenkins, I think you have to prepare in advance."
Jenkins had thought about it, too, but the Bishop was in charge of all the issues, so don't worry about that.
After the painter visited, he left, followed by Baron Tarlac, who delivered something to Jenkins. The old man was very interested in the lightning-struck thousand-year-old mahogany sculpture that Jenkins asked for. When he learned that he was looking for the thousand-year-old Mu Xin for his own experiment, he said cheerfully:
"Didn't you notice? Your cane is made of a whole wooden heart."
"Huh? You mean the cane?"
Jenkins pointed to the one leaning under the hanger, which was [Spirit Strike Cane].
"Yes, that one."
Dad nodded in agreement:
"I don't know what you want to use the tree heart for, but I must warn you that although Type B is almost indestructible, if it is a consumable experiment, it may damage its extraordinary characteristics. I will also help you pay attention to the The thousand-year-old tree heart, so it is best not to use that walking stick for experiments.”
What the old man said made sense, the next full moon was still a long time away, and Jenkins was not in a hurry to configure the elf's potion now. After returning home that night, he took out the wooden heart from the sculpture and stored it in the basement with the one that Miss Yindi was selling.
The rest of the night was spent reading and planning new ones, and apart from the fact that chocolate kicked over the inkwell while playing and polluted half the table, it was really a peaceful night.
PS: In the last chapter, a lot of information was actually exposed, but the interim posts only covered the surface, and I can't wait to explain it to you...