After bidding farewell to Mr. Goodman, Jenkins turned and went straight back to his home. There is nothing important today, just to have an interesting adventure with Miss Magic tonight.
Woke up too early today, the milkman and the postman haven't come yet. Jenkins started to make breakfast after returning home. At six o'clock on time, he heard the sound of chocolate meowing in the bedroom above his head. The cat probably noticed that Jenkins was missing, so he was very dissatisfied.
By the time the sleepy and greedy cat jumped down the stairs, today's breakfast had already been placed on the dining table. The cat was very dissatisfied because it didn't see the sweet milk, and it didn't get happy until the sound of someone putting a glass bottle at the door.
While the cat was warming up the milk, the postman also came. Chocolate heard the sound first, and left the dining room, walked across the living room into the hall, and out through the little door under the door. After a while, he returned to Jenkins with his tail wagging and a letter in his mouth. After putting down the letter, he squinted his eyes to accept the man's patting and stroking.
Jenkins has always had a lot of letters, and the young cat probably just picked up the lightest one. But it was able to do so, enough to move Jenkins for a long time.
The letter retrieved by the chocolate was a fairly formal letter, with the pattern of the noble family crest in the red circular sealing wax. Jenkins didn't recognize what family it represented. After all, his etiquette class followed Miss Stuart's emergency assault, and Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Kingdom of Hampavo would definitely not teach the noble heraldry of the Kingdom of Fidgetri .
Since the opera house incident, Jenkins has received many similar letters, mostly inviting him to various banquets or dances, on the grounds of "thanks for the rescue at the Royal Opera House". But Jenkins has always written a polite refusal, citing something in the church.
This letter is also the same routine. Earl Hermon, who lives in Nolan, also attended the premiere of the opera last week, so in order to thank Jenkins, I want to invite him to participate in the day after tomorrow, which is Tuesday night, at the earl's mansion. prom.
But every Tuesday is the time for Ruen's party, how could Jenkins give up the chance to meet Alexia for the boring dance party.
Spending the unremarkable breakfast time on reading the newspaper, Nolan discovered five more suspected sources of the plague one after another. The closest one was just three blocks away on St. George's Avenue, which worried Jenkins.
When he turned to the third page, he saw unexpected news. It was originally a crossword puzzle page and an advertisement page, but the left half of this issue was separated, and the title was recruiting.
I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, the damn war was about to start.
While drafting is worrisome, at least crossword puzzles are fun enough. Jenkins, stumped by the prompts on the second line of "a cute animal" "only lives in the northern part of the continent" and "hates Sman turnips," repeatedly told Chocolate that the answer was not the three-letter word "cat," but chocolate. Perseveringly, he pressed his paw on the reminder of "a cute animal", and stared at him with wide eyes. Jenkins did read the reminder just now, and Chocolat understood it.
It was difficult to explain the rules of the crossword puzzle to the illiterate chocolate, and Jenkins had to put the newspaper aside and forget about it for a while.
After breakfast, I went to the station to greet the relatives returning home. The train was still not on time, but it actually arrived ahead of schedule, which is even rarer than being on time.
Mary, who rushed over to hug Jenkins, was very worried about the second son who was left alone in Nolan. The newspapers exaggerated the incident of Antak poisoning last week too much. Even if the family received a letter from Jenkins in other places to ensure his safety, they were still worried about him.
In this way, he sent his parents and younger brother back to Privet Drive, declined the invitation to have lunch together, and finally came to Dad's Antique Store after eleven o'clock. Dad happened to be reading the newspaper, and he told Jenkins, The answer to the three-letter crossword question with the clue "a cute animal" "only lives in the north of the continent" is "icefield rabbit".
Chocolate was unhappy about this for a while, until Jenkins promised to eat "baked ice rabbit" for lunch today, and he was not happy.
"Speaking of icefield rabbits, I think you should remember its special subspecies."
asked the old man, looking like he wanted to do a surprise test, which he always did.
"You mean the one that can live in minus forty degrees? The fur of that kind of rabbit is very expensive, but girls like it."
Jenkins looked cautiously for clues.
"No, it's the kind that breathes fire."
Dad suggested.
It is difficult for rabbits living on ice sheets to have the ability to breathe fire through natural evolution, and it is absolutely impossible for them to migrate from other places. Therefore, this limited a very narrow search range, but even so, Jenkins still thought for a long time before searching for that rare rabbit population from memory.
When he was looking for information about demons last year, he saw information about that kind of rabbit. People suspected that this extraordinary creature that lived in the ice and snow had the ability to breathe fire because their ancestors were related to demons, so they inherited the spirit of hellfire. talent.
"I see, Black Fire White Rabbit!"
Jenkins spoke the answer.
"Yes, that kind of rabbit fat is an excellent material for ceremonies. Recently, the church has bought a large amount from the northern parish. If you want to use it, you'd better apply for it as soon as possible. It is very popular."
As the old man said this, he motioned for Jenkins to hand him the duster beside the counter.
"But isn't this kind of rabbit very rare? It only lives in the extreme arctic ice cap, which is difficult for humans to explore."
"Something has occupied their living place. Now a large number of rabbits have migrated from the ice cap to the south. Because a large number of live animals have been caught, the northern parish intends to cooperate with the [Church of All Things and Nature] to try artificial breeding and breeding."
"What's occupying those rabbits' territory? I remember that the black fire and white fur rabbits are very fierce... more fierce than ordinary house cats."
Chocolate glanced at Jenkins, feeling prompted.
"Do you know A-01-1-8322 [Frost Legion]?"
Dad put the duster back next to the unlit fireplace, then sat back on the rocking chair, picked up the newspaper and turned to the next page, revealing a group photo of the MPs.
"Um?"
How could Jenkins have never heard of the Snowman Legion? Since last winter, he has frequently heard about this monster from Miss Stuart.